Caius meditated on this.
"Then, you have known her ever since she was a child?"
"Saw her married."
"What does her husband look like?"
"Well"—a long pause of consideration—"like a man."
"What sort of a man?"
"Neither like you nor me."
"I never noticed that we were alike."
"You trim your beard, I haven't any; the skipper, he's hairy."
Caius conceived a great disgust for the captain. He felt pretty well convinced also that he was no favourite with O'Shea. He would have liked much to ask if Madame Le Maître liked her husband, but if his own refinement had not forbidden, he had a wholesome idea that O'Shea, if roused, would be a dangerous enemy.