She also knew, having made it her business to find out, that in fifteen minutes, or less, the crew would muster in the fo'c'sle for their mid-day meal.
Not having heard a word of Hozier's free speech to the gentlemen of various nationalities at the bottom of the hold, she wondered why he was blushing.
"Shall I show you the way ?" asked Philip, finding his tongue.
"No, thank you.

I have been on board the _Andromeda_ many times.

Ah, Peter, I see you.

What is it to-day, scouse or lobscouse ?" "Scouse, miss," said the ship's cook, grinning widely at her recollection of the line drawn by both his patrons and himself between ship's biscuit stewed with fresh meat and the same article flavored with salt junk.
Peter's recognition placed Iris's identity beyond doubt.

She said nothing more to Hozier, but tripped up the companionway.