“Hussey,” said Mrs. Bunnett under her breath, but not very much under.
“George!”
There was no response.
“George!” cried both ladies together.
Still no response, and they made a louder effort.
There was yet another George on board, in the fo’c’sle, and, in response to pushes from curious friends below, he came up, and regarded the fair duettists open-mouthed.
“What d’yer want?” he said, at length sheepishly.
“Will you tell Captain Bunnett that his wife, Mrs. Bunnett, is here?” said that lady, a thin, little woman with bright black eyes.
“Yes, mum,” said the seaman, and was hurrying off when Mrs. Fillson called him back.
“Will you tell Mr. Fillson that his wife, Mrs. Fillson, is up here?” she said politely.