A pause.
"Josephine's there," he resumed.
"Yes. Do you know her?"
"Oh, no."
They talked a little more. The boat sailed on, and they sat there talking; it was all they had to do. She asked where he came from and what his trade was, and it seemed he was nothing important, only a paltry carpenter, and his mother had a small farm. Would the lady like a simple cup of coffee?
"Why, yes, thank you." Could she have a little of his, "just a little in the saucer?"
She poured some of the coffee into the saucer and asked for a bite of food as well. Never had food tasted so good, and when she had finished, she thanked him for that, too.
"Haven't you a berth?" he asked.
"Yes, but I'd rather stay here," she said. "If I go below, I'll be sick."
"That's what I thought. Well, now I wonder--"