His was the perfect poise, the supreme confidence in self, which nothing could shake; and he was no more timid of a woman than he was of storm and battle.
"And when shall we arrive at Yokohama ?" she asked, turning to him and looking him squarely in the eyes.
There it was, the question flat.

The jaws stopped working, the ears ceased wobbling, and though eyes remained glued on plates, each man listened greedily for the answer.
"In four months, possibly three if the season closes early," Wolf Larsen said.
She caught her breath and stammered, "I--I thought--I was given to understand that Yokohama was only a day's sail away.

It--" Here she paused and looked about the table at the circle of unsympathetic faces staring hard at the plates.

"It is not right," she concluded.
"That is a question you must settle with Mr.Van Weyden there," he replied, nodding to me with a mischievous twinkle.

"Mr.Van Weyden is what you may call an authority on such things as rights.