It invariably aroused him, even from the deepest slumber, to a state of alert expectation that to a woman as hard-working as Mrs.Peck was most exceptionally trying.

When Adam scented disaster at sea there was no peace for either.

As she was wont to remark, being the wife of the lifeboat coxswain wasn't all jam, not by any manner of means it wasn't.
She knew now, by the way Adam turned, and checked his breathing to listen, that the final disturbance was not far off.
She herself feigned sleep, possibly in the hope of provoking him to consideration for her weariness; but she knew the effort to be quite futile even as she made it.

Adam the coxswain was considerate only for those who might be in peril.

At the next heavy gust that rattled the windows he flung the bedclothes back without the smallest thought for his companion's comfort, and tumbled on to his feet.
"Just going to have a look round," he said.