The Captain\'s linen he had laid out for my use on his damask-covered cot was composed of the very finest silk. Even the socks were silk. I was positively ashamed to draw my stained and work-worn outer garments over them; and I thought, with a sigh, of my two decent suits of tweed lying, like the Dutchman\'s anchor, far away—in a Cairo lodging-house, to be precise. I shaved with the Captain\'s razor and wondered why I did not in the least mind res............