"When shall I see him ?" "Oh, you needn't bother.

I'll tell 'im meself." She was somewhat disappointed at this.

Hozier would be free for an hour before he turned in, and they might have enjoyed a nice chat while he smoked on the poop.

In her heart of hearts, she was beginning to acknowledge that a voyage through summer seas on a cargo vessel, with no other society than that of unimaginative sailormen, savored of tedium, indeed, almost of deadly monotony.

Her rare meetings with Hozier marked bright spots in a dull round of hours.