Our guest!" reiterated the captain, shouting once more as if the tall lady was still fast asleep, in spite of the plain testimony of her own eyes to the contrary.
A smile expressed itself (in faint outline) on the large vacant space of Mrs.Wragge's countenance.

"Oh ?" she said, interrogatively.

"Oh, indeed?
Please, miss, will you sit down?
I'm sorry--no, I don't mean I'm sorry; I mean I'm glad--" she stopped, and consulted her husband by a helpless look.
"Glad, of course!" shouted the captain.
"Glad, of course," echoed the giantess of the amber satin, more meekly than ever.
"Mrs.Wragge is not deaf," explained the captain.

"She's only a little slow.

Constitutionally torpid--if I may use the expression.