"Shabby
clothes, too," he added spitefully.
The mate was very much interested. He had been with Anthony for several
years, and had won for himself in the course of many long voyages, a
footing of familiarity, which was to be expected with a man of Anthony's
character. But in that slowly-grown intimacy of the sea, which in its
duration and solitude had its unguarded moments, no words had passed,
even of the most casual, to prepare him for the vision of his captain
associated with any kind of girl. His impression had been that women did
not exist for Captain Anthony. Exhibiting himself with a girl! A girl!
What did he want with a girl? Bringing her on board and showing her
round the cabin! That was really a little bit too much. Captain Anthony
ought to have known better.
Franklin (the chief mate's name was Franklin) felt disappointed; almost
disillusioned. Silly thing to do! Here was a confounded old ship-keeper
set talking. He snubbed the ship-keeper, and tried to think of that
insignificant bit of foolishness no more; for it diminished Captain
Anthony in his eyes of a jealously devoted subordinate.
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