That suddenly intent regard was startling, as if he had leaned over and spoken a word in her ear.

She shrugged her shoulders as if trying to shake off a compelling hand and then settled into a chair.
"I've come to say something that's disagreeable for you to hear and for me to speak." Still he would not talk.

He was as silent as Harrigan.

She clenched her hands and drove bravely ahead.

She told how she had called the red-headed sailor up to the after-cabin and dressed his hurts, and she described succinctly, but with rising anger the raw and swollen condition of his fingers.