“There’ll be more when I see you need it.”
“All right, Maggy. I’ll remember this. Is that all now?”
“Yes. That’s all,” said Margaret.
“Then I advise you to let me go.”
“There’s the door,” said Margaret, turning back the key. “Allow me to come with you.”
“Thank you. I choose my own company.”
“No, sir,” said Cammock. “We shall do that for you. You ain’t fit to choose your own company. I’m sorry to have to say it.”
“You wait, Mr. Cammock. You wait.”
“Will you come on deck, Stukeley?” said Margaret. “Or will you join your wife?”
“You may go to hell,” said Stukeley. With this repartee he walked aft to vent his spleen upon Olivia. Guessing his intention, Margaret stayed with him till the bell called the starboard watch on deck.