"But I know it will be different at dinner." She was putting herself together after a nap that had made up for the lost sleep of the night before.

"I want you to look very nice, dear.

Shall you dress for dinner ?" she asked her husband's image in the state-room glass which she was preoccupying.
"I shall dress in my pea-jacket and sea-boots," it answered.
"I have heard that they always dress for dinner on the big Cunard and White Star boats, when it's good weather," she went on, placidly.
"I shouldn't want those people to think you were not up in the convenances." They both knew that she meant the reticent father and daughter, and March flung out, "I shouldn't want them to think you weren't.

There's such a thing as overdoing." She attacked him at another point.

"What has annoyed you?
What else have you been doing ?" "Nothing.