'Is your ship in sight?' said she, getting up and taking the kettle and ice.
'No,' I answered, 'but something will be coming along soon. This is a great whaling ocean, you know.'
'What is your name?' she asked.
'Ralph Selby,' I replied.
'How did you know my name?'
'Wall, the boatswain, was full of you and Captain Burke and his wife when he was brought aboard out of the long-boat.'
'Yes, yes, I understand,' said she. 'I should have guessed it.'
'There are things to be done whilst you get the kettle to boil,' said I. 'You move about very easily, I see.'
'I am used to this dreadful monotonous rolling,' she answered.