“Let me introduce one of our protectors to you, Miss Studwick,” said the doctor, stopping by where she sat, book in hand.
John Studwick gave an impatient twist in his chair.
“This is Mr Oakum, the second mate, a gentleman who is a confirmed hater of your sex.”
“No I arn’t,” said Sam gruffly; “I only said as ladies hadn’t no business on board ships, even if they is captain’s daughters. They only get listening by accident to people’s tongues going a deal too fast and free.”
“That’s meant for me, I suppose,” said the doctor, laughing. “Never mind, Oakum, we shall not quarrel. I think you’ll like Oakum, Mr Studwick.”
“Thank you,” said the young man, sharply, “but I only take your medical advice, Mr Meldon. Come, Bessy, it’s chilly here.”
“But the sun is getting warmer every moment, John,” said his sister, gently. “I think you will be all the better for staying on deck.”
“I’m sure you will,” said the doctor, smiling, and passing on.
“I’m sure I shall not,” exclaimed the invalid, pettishly, while his eyes looked jealously and brightly at the young doctor. “Take me below, Bessy. There—I can walk; come along. Mr Oakum is right—men’s tongues do go too freely here.”
Bessy looked at him sadly, and then smiling pleasantly as he raised his eyes, walked with him to the cabin door.