Soon he saw her paying the man who had carried the portmanteau.

She herself seemed to be in no hurry.

She walked to the rails beneath the bridge, and found interest in watching the loading operations, which were resumed as soon as the second officer saw that his services were not wanted.
Time was pressing, and a good deal yet remained to be done.
Mr.Watts, the chief officer, who was called ashore by urgent business five minutes after the "old man" left the vessel, chose this awkward moment to appear from behind a bonded warehouse.

He was walking with unnatural steadiness, so Hozier made some excuse to meet him and whisper that the owner's niece was on board.
"Sun's zhot," remarked Mr.Watts cheerfully.
"Go and lie down for a spell," suggested Hozier, and Mr.Watts thought it was a "shpiffin' idee." When Hozier was free to glance a second time at the cross rail, Iris had vanished.

He was annoyed.