There was not much room, our chests doing a good deal towards filling up the narrow space, and hence our knees were pretty close together as we sat and tried to look at each other, not at all an easy job, for the round window was pretty close to the great stone wall of the basin, and a gangway ran across from the wharf up to the deck, shutting out the little light which would have come in if the way had been clear.
“Cheerful, ain’t it?” said my companion.
“It’s such a horrid day,” I said.
“Beastly. It always is in London. Ain’t you glad you’re going to sea?”
“Not very,” I said, after a pause. “It’ll be better when it’s fine.”
“Will it?” said my companion, mockingly. “You’ll see. I don’t know how a chap can be such a jolly fool as to go to sea.”
“Why, you went!” I said.
“Yes, I went,” grumbled my companion; “but of course I didn’t know.”
“Did you go out in this ship?”
“Course I didn’t, else I should have known where our bunks were. My last voyage was in the Hull.”