"I'll go and wait in the kitchen," she said, crossing to the door.
Both men protested.

The captain because it ill-assorted with his dignity for his daughter to sit in the kitchen, and Mr.Wilks because of the visitor already there.

The face of the steward, indeed, took on such extraordinary expressions in his endeavour to convey private information to the girl that she gazed at him in silent amazement.

Then she turned the handle of the door and, passing through, closed it with a bang which was final.
Mr.Wilks stood spellbound, but nothing happened.

There was no cry of surprise; no hasty reappearance of an indignant Kate Nugent.