She might be thirty-nine or forty, and was buxom and blooming as a girl of twenty.

Hard, loud, vain and vulgar, her mind and body alike seemed brazen and imperishable.

I should think, from her childhood, she must have lived in public stations; and in her youth might very likely have been a barmaid.
Towards morning her discourse ran on a new theme: "the Watsons," a certain expected family-party of passengers, known to her, it appeared, and by her much esteemed on account of the handsome profit realized in their fees.

She said, "It was as good as a little fortune to her whenever this family crossed." At dawn all were astir, and by sunrise the passengers came on board.
Boisterous was the welcome given by the stewardess to the "Watsons," and great was the bustle made in their honour.

They were four in number, two males and two females.