“We shall be coaling at Nagasaki in the morning,” said he, abruptly, as if that settled that.
“Well, of course,... this afternoon....
“My dear,” began Mrs. Hasmer.
“This afternoon would be better.” Thus Mr. Brachey. “Though I can not tell you what hesitation...”
“I suppose we could find a quiet corner somewhere,” said Betty. “In the social hall, perhaps.”
It was then, stirred to positive act, that Mrs. Hasmer spoke out.
“I think you'd better stay out here with us, my dear.”
To which the hopelessly self-absorbed Mr. Brachey replied:
“I really must have quiet for this work. We will sit inside, if you don't mind.”