His next effort must be to see Marian.
This he found impossible, for the time being at any rate.

The state-room number 7 was an apartment a little bigger than a rabbit-hutch, opening out of a larger cabin, and in that cabin there reposed a ponderous matron who had suffered from sea-sickness throughout the voyage, and who could in no wise permit a masculine intruder to invade the scene of her retirement.
The idea of any blockade of Marian's door was therefore futile.

He must needs wait as patiently as he might, till she appeared of her own free will.

He could not have to wait very long; something less than a day and a night, the steward had told him, would bring them to the end of the voyage.
Mr.Saltram went on deck, still assisted by the friendly steward, and seated himself in a sheltered corner of the vessel, hoping that the sea-breeze might bring him back some remnant of his lost strength.

The ship's surgeon had advised him to get a little fresh air as soon as he felt himself able to bear it; so he sat in his obscure nook, very helpless and very feeble, meditating upon what he should do when the final moment came and he had to claim his wife.
He had no idea of making his wrongs known to the captain, unless as a last desperate resource.