CHAPTER VI
I had the honour of dining on the Flagship next night, and so contagious is the naval spirit that I went there, as it were, annoyed and uneasy over the matter of the misread signal. One cannot regard an Admiral in the exercise of his duty as a mere human. It is in his power to make you get up an anchor by hand if he thinks you are slack; he can stop your coaling and bid you man and arm boats in the middle of the grimy mess; he can make you repeat a certain business till you are sick and dizzy; or he can raise you to high honour by signalling: 'Well done, So-and-so. Evolution creditably performed.' He blocks up all the horizon when he appears on it. At six miles off, across the windy blue, the spirit may move him to chat with you, and if your best signalman have not his best telescope at his best eye, and the Admiral be forced to repeat his remarks, you will hear about it at closer range.
THE ISOLATION OF AN ADMIRAL
The loneliness of a Captain is society beside the isolation of an Admiral. He goes up on the afterbridge, and moves some £10,000,000 worth of iron and steel at his pleasure. No man can stop him, few
