Not I.

There was a time when I never cared to leave this ship for more than a couple of hours in the evening, even while in London, but now, since--" He checked himself with a roll of his prominent eyes towards that youngster, that stranger.

Meantime, he was leading the way across the quarter-deck under the poop into the long passage with the door of the saloon at the far end.

It was shut.

But Mr.Franklin did not go so far.
After passing the pantry he opened suddenly a door on the left of the passage, to Powell's great surprise.
"Our mess-room," he said, entering a small cabin painted white, bare, lighted from part of the foremost skylight, and furnished only with a table and two settees with movable backs.