The dark eye of Pietro Salvain was quick to note her condition.

He was a rather small, lean-faced man with the skin drawn so tightly across his high cheekbones that it glistened.

He was emaciated; his energy consumed him as hunger consumes other men.
"There is a berth for me below," he said to Kate.

"You must take my room.

And I have a cap, some silk shirts, a loose coat which you might wear--so ?" "This is Miss Malone, Salvain," said McTee before she could answer.
"You are very kind, Mr.Salvain," she said.
He smiled and bowed very low, and then opened the door for her; but all the while his glance was upon McTee, who stared at him so significantly that before following Kate through the door, Salvain shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of resignation.
The captain turned to Harrigan.