He could not bring himself to make Marian the subject of a vulgar squabble.

No, it was to herself alone he would appeal; it was in the natural instinct of her own heart that he would trust.
Very long and weary seemed the remaining hours of that joyless voyage.
Mr.Saltram was fain to go back to his cabin after an hour on deck, there to lie and await the morrow.

He had need to husband his strength for the coming encounter.

The steward told him in the evening that Mrs.Holbrook had not dined in the saloon that day, as usual.

She had kept her cabin closely, and complained of illness.
The morning dawned at last, after what had seemed an endless night to John Saltram, lying awake in his narrow berth--a bleak blusterous morning, with the cold gray light staring in at the port-hole, like an unfriendly face.