I wonder Mrs.V.
hasn't been out before now.

There--steady past the door.

Why, man, one would think you never had your arm round a girl's waist before! Pooh! don't look so scared--I won't tell.

Make haste, now, before that little parson comes.

Parsons are regular old women to chatter"; and thus muttering Pine assisted to carry Mrs.Vickers's maid into her cabin.
"By George, but she's a fine girl!" he said, viewing the inanimate body with the professional eye of a surgeon.