His trousers were an old pair of the captain's, and his jacket had been routed out by the boatswain, both officers being about as opposite in physique to the stowaway as could well be imagined.

In fact, as Mark Strong saw him going forward he could not help thinking that the poor fellow looked better in his shore-going rags.
Then his manner of coming on board had not been of a kind to produce a favourable impression.
"I can't help it," said Mark aloud.

"I don't want to jump upon the poor fellow, but how can we take to him when even one's dog looks at him suspiciously." "I shouldn't set up my dog as a model to go by if I were you," said a voice at his elbow; and turning suddenly, with his face flushing, Mark found that the second-mate was at his elbow.
"I didn't know that I was thinking aloud," said Mark.
"But you were, and very loudly.

I don't wonder at your not liking that man: I don't.

Perhaps he'll improve though.