Whatever feelings of satisfaction our English cousins experienced they concealed.
Under like circumstances, on an American ship, we would have tied down the siren, sung the doxology, and broken everything on the bar.
As it was, the Americans instinctively flocked to the smoking-room and drank to the British navy.

While this ceremony was going forward, from the promenade-deck we heard tumultuous shouts and cheers.

We believed that, relieved of our presence, our English friends had given way to rejoicings.

But when we went on deck we found them deeply engaged in cricket.

The cheers we had heard were over the retirement of a batsman who had just been given out, leg before wicket.
When we reached London we found no idle boasting, no vainglorious jingoism.