She possessed every imaginable contrivance for the comfort of those who voyaged in her.

Her state-cabins were a miracle of elegance and ease.
Saltash never took a valet when he went for a voyage.

The steward attended to his clothes, and he waited on himself.

He liked as much space as he could get both on deck and below.
He pushed open the door of his cabin and felt for the switch of the electric light.

But he did not press it when he found it.