None of them seemed to satisfy her.
After a minute's effort, during which she also muttered a few words very low to her husband, she selected an empty spot midway between our group and the most distant group on the other side of us.

In other words, she sat as far away from everybody present as the necessarily restricted area of the quarter-deck permitted.
Hilda glanced at me and smiled.

I snatched a quick look at the lady again.

She was dressed with an amount of care and a smartness of detail that seemed somewhat uncalled for on the Indian Ocean.

A cruise on a P.
and O.steamer is not a garden party.