This was so exactly in accordance with Mr. Dainopoulos's views and so exactly what Mr. Spokesly ought to say supposing he knew everything, that the former looked hard at the mate and uttered a cackling snarl of astonished satisfaction.
"Why, that's just it. You let him settle everything."
"Except the work about the deck."
"Ah-h!" Mr. Dainopoulos was not lying awake at night worrying about the condition of the deck of the Kalkis. But he said nothing more than his guttural "Ah!"
"And the accommodation has got to be kept clean while I'm there," babbled Mr. Spokesly.
"Why, certainly, certainly," assented Mr. Dainopoulos.
"I ought to tell you I tried to get a passport for Miss Solaris," said Mr. Spokesly in a low tone. "They wouldn't hear of it."
"I told her three or four times it was no good," said Mr. Dainopoulos irritably. "What does she think she is?"
"Well, she's got the idea she wants to go to Athens and...."
"She won't go to Athens."