"Yes."
"Miss Andrews. Her first name is Alice."
"Alice!" McGill spoke it softly. "I—I s'pose she's married, of course?"
"No, Miss Andrews."
McGill started. "I thought she was the wife of that nice-looking feller, Barclay."
The captain grunted, and then after a moment added, "She's an actor of some kind."
McGill opened his eyes in genuine astonishment. He opened his mouth also, but changed his mind and fell to studying the flames once more. "She's plumb beautiful," he said at length.
"All actors is beautiful," the captain remarked, wisely.
McGill slept badly that night, which was unusual for him, but when he went to feed his dogs on the following morning he found Miss Andrews ahead of him.
"What splendid creatures!" she said, petting them.