"I imagine you are hungry, miss," he said respectfully when she asked him to be sure to give her a lot.
"No, I'm not. It's Mr. Farne in Number 8. He hasn't had a meal since he came aboard."
"Sea-sick?" he said sympathetically.
"Well—" she began, and realizing that she could not explain, nodded.
"He's better now, anyhow."
"I'll make him some tea if you like, miss," went on Knollys. She waited until he had made it, and ten minutes later she tapped on Louis's door, took the tray in, laid it on his bunk and came out.
"I won't stay to keep you company. When I'm very hungry I like to gobble, but I don't like anyone to watch me," she said.
As she came out Ole Fred opened the door of Number 15 and stood watching her until her door closed. Then he hurried on deck.