Later on, I hope to have the opportunity to explain just why--" "That'll do," interrupted the sailor.

"Here comes the Captain." Captain Trigger hove in sight around the corner of the deck building, with Chief Engineer Gray and the Second Officer.
"I don't know what to make of you," said Miss Clinton, sorely puzzled.
Her aunt was clutching her arm.

"You seemed so awfully jolly the other night.

And--and just look at you now." She moved away, followed by the bespectacled young woman and the steamer-rugs, graceful despite the sudden yank with which her aunt set her in motion.

Percival managed to keep an eye on her till she turned the corner.