Jo.
With that cross-eyed quartermaster?—I don’t understand a word of it—was it with him?—And you yourself wanted me to——
Geert.
You can’t refuse a superior—On board ship he had stories. I overheard him tell the skipper that he——
Jo.
[Angrily.] What?
Geert.
That he—never mind what—He spoke of you as if you were any sailor’s girl.
Jo.
I!—The low down——