“Well,” said the Major, “maybe we’d better just go to our cabins.” The Chaplain thought that was a good idea and Bervick was glad to see them go.
He walked around the salon, straightening chairs and arranging the books which were still scattered about. The salon was quiet, now that the big wind had stopped. Even the bare electric lights seemed more friendly than usual.
The after door opened and Hodges came into the salon. He slammed the door and stood shivering as the heat of the salon warmed him.
“What were you doing out?” asked Bervick.
“Walking around. I think we’ll be able to see stars soon. Looks like it’s clearing up.”
“Going to be quite a while before she clears that much.”
“Well, it looked pretty clear to me.”
“Clouds thinning maybe. I’ll be on deck myself soon.”
“You’ll see nice weather, at least that’s what I saw.” Hodges sat on the bench and scratched his leg thoughtfully.
“Hope so.” Bervick tried to think why he had come below. He looked up and saw that Duval was standing near him; he remembered.