"Why, what—is there to be scared of?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Well, that's no—You're what?"
"I'm Mrs. McHenry. I'm Jack's wife."
There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was looking at her levelly. She said, "I'll have to examine you."
"I know. Go ahead."
Miss Eagen did, swiftly and thoroughly. "You're so right," she breathed. She went to the small sink, stripping off her rubber gloves. With her back to Marcia, she said, "I'll have to tell the captain, you know."
"I know. I'd rather ... tell him myself."
"Thanks," said Miss Eagen flatly. Marcia felt as if she'd been slapped. Miss Eagen dried her hands and crossed to an intercom. "Eagen to Captain."
"McHenry here."