And Iris was quite dignified and self-possessed.

She had given a few deft touches to her hair.

Her hat was set at the right angle.

Her dark gray coat and brown boots looked neat and serviceable.
"Of course I did not know to whom I was speaking," he managed to say, for he now recognized the "ghost," and was more surprised than he had ever been in his life before.
"That is matterless," said Iris frigidly.

"Where is Captain Coke ?" "On the bridge," said Philip.
"I will go to him.