If we have to take to the boats, you will come with us--" He drew himself up.

"My dear Miss Clinton, there is quite a difference between being a stowaway on an ocean liner and being one in a lifeboat.
I have no standing on this ship.

I have no right in one of her boats.

I am the very last person on board to be considered." She looked searchingly into his eyes, her own wide with comprehension.
"You mean you will make no effort to leave the ship until every one else is--" He checked her with a gesture of his hand.

"I may be one of the first to leave.