She held a hair-pin between her lips, and a woman can always say exactly what she means when a hairpin prevents discursiveness.
"I am all right now," she announced.

"Will you please leave me, and tell the steward to bring me a cup of tea?
If there is a cabin at liberty, he might put that portmanteau in it which I brought on board at Liverpool." Hozier fulfilled her requests, and rejoined Coke on the bridge.
"Miss Yorke is quite well again, sir," he reported.

"She wants a cabin--to change her clothes, I imagine.

That bag you saw----" "Pretty foxy, wasn't it ?" broke in Coke, with a glee that was puzzling to his hearer.
"The whole affair seems to have been carefully planned," agreed Philip.
"But, as I was saying, she asked for the use of a cabin, so I told the steward to give her mine until we put into Queenstown." Coke, who had lighted another black and stumpy cigar, removed it in order to speak with due emphasis.
"Put into h--l!" he said.
"But surely you will not take this young lady to the River Plate ?" cried the astounded second officer.
"She knew where she was bound w'en she kem aboard the _Andromeda_," said the skipper, frowning now like a man who argues with himself.
"There's her portmanter to prove it, with a label, an' all, in her own 'and-writin'.

It's some game played on me by 'er an' 'er uncle.
Any'ow, the fust time she sees land again it'll be the lovely 'arbor of Pernambuco--an' that's straight.