"I don't like to be selfish." "You're not," said Mrs.Chalk, with conviction.
"Chalk and I will toss for it," said Mr.Stobell, who had been listening with some impatience.

He spun a coin in the air, and Mr.Chalk, winning the bunk for his indignant wife, was at some pains to dilate upon its manifold advantages.

Mrs.Stobell, with a protesting smile, had her things carried into the state-room, while Mrs.Chalk stood by listening coldly to plans for putting her heavy luggage in the hold.
"What time do we start ?" inquired Tredgold senior, moving towards the companion-ladder.
"Four o'clock, sir," replied Brisket.
Mr.Stobell, his heavy features half-lit by an unwonted smile, turned and surveyed his friends.

"I've ordered a little feed at the King of Hanover at half-past one," he said, awkwardly.

"We'll be back on board by half-past three, captain." Captain Brisket bowed, and the party were making preparations for departure when a hitch was caused by the behaviour of Mrs.Chalk, who was still brooding over the affair of the state-room.