"Very, sir," solemnly.
"I have half a notion—" reflectively.
"Thought you'd say that, sir," rubbing his hands gleefully, as though anticipating something.
"To make a little run across to her."
"Yes, sir, with what object in view?"
"Oh! merely to ease my mind with respect to her identity, you might say," carelessly.
"Of course—quite natural—young blood—always impetuous," commented the Benedict.
"And incidentally to see whether I could find some golden opportunity to have a few words with one who is a passenger on board."
"Ah! yes."
The captain placed one finger alongside his nose.