Evidently she did not wish to encounter any more of the ship's officers that morning.
The hatches were on, and everything was orderly before Coke's squat figure climbed the gangway.

Hozier reported the young lady's visit, and the skipper was obviously surprised.

As he hoisted himself up the steep ladder to the hurricane deck, the younger man heard him condemning someone under his breath as "a leery old beggar." The phrase was hardly applicable to Iris, but Coke came out of his cabin with an open letter in his hand, and bade a steward stow the portmeanteau in some other more hallowed and less inconvenient place.
And there the incident ended.

The _Andromeda_ hauled down the Blue Peter for her long run of over 6,000 miles to Monte Video, and Hozier had routine work in plenty to occupy his mind during the first twenty-four hours at sea without perplexing it with memories of a pretty face.

Soon after Holyhead was passed, it is true, a sailor reported to the second officer that he had seen a ghost between decks, in the region of the lazarette.