He neither talked "ship" nor anything else to Mr.Pike.
On the other hand, Captain West's attitude toward me was that of a social equal.

But then, I was a passenger.

Miss West treated me the same way, but unbent more to Mr.Pike.

And Mr.Pike, answering her with "Yes, Miss," and "No, Miss," ate good-manneredly and with his shaggy-browed gray eyes studied me across the table.

I, too, studied him.