At first Augusta demurred to this, not from any love of the lady's-maid, but because she had a truly British objection to being ordered about.
"Captain's orders, Miss," said the man, touching his cap again; and she yielded.
Nor had she any cause to regret doing so; for, to her huge delight, she found herself moved into a charming deck-cabin on the starboard side of the vessel, some little way abaft the engine-room.

It was evidently an officer's cabin, for there, over the head of the bed, was the picture of a young lady he adored, and also some neatly fitted shelves of books, a rack of telescopes, and other seaman-like contrivances.
"Am I to have this cabin to myself ?" asked Augusta of the steward.
"Yes, Miss; those are the captain's orders.

It is Mr.Jones's cabin.

Mr.
Jones is the second officer; but he has turned in with Mr.Thomas, the first officer, and given up the cabin to you." "I am sure it's very kind of Mr.Jones," murmured Augusta, not knowing what to make of this turn of fortune.

But surprises were not to end there.