Spring 1870 – Jerome Thorton-Syme Proposes an Expedition

 

Father put his hands together, fingers interlaced like the roots of a tree. He said, “There would be conditions for our employment, Mr. Thorton-Syme. The first of those involves simple courtesy. I am to be addressed as Mr. Taylor. My daughter is to be addressed as Mrs. Freeman. When we employ porters, you will discover their names and learn to use them when you speak with them. Is that equitable?”

Thorton-Syme grinned. “I believe I could manage that. Old habits are hard to break, old chap …” He hesitated, then grinned wider, “… Mr. Taylor. I’ll likely make a few mistakes as I learn. May I have a chance to make amends before you abandon me to the jungle?”