She shook her head. "Not a word apparently. I am beginning to think that nobody saw us after all, except the sailor who spoke to you."
In a few words I acquainted her with what Ross had told me the previous evening—a piece of information which she received with obvious thankfulness.
"I have always liked Dr. Ross," she said. "He is so kind and cheery. Is he a special friend of yours?"
"We have been together for a dozen voyages," I explained, "and so far we have managed to get along without squabbling."
"A dozen voyages!" she repeated, opening her eyes. "You must be getting a little tired of the Neptune, aren't you?"
"She has lost some of her first charm," I admitted frankly. "I have been thinking of applying for a separation for some time."
She looked up at me with a friendly interest that I found very refreshing.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I don't know exactly," I replied. "It depends to a certain extent upon Messrs. Wilmot and Drayton."
There was a short pause.