They--" "Enough! That is no excuse.

My legs manage to hold me up." "But, Madame, it is my legs I am speaking of.

My legs are not like yours." "Any fool can see that," retorted her mistress, and the ungainly maid staggered out on her mission.
Later on, supplied with a roll of gauze, Madame Obosky set out in quest of her preserver.

Even the veterans among the seamen gazed upon her in wondering admiration as she made her way about the ship.

She was a revelation to them.