In the plainest of plain terms she declared that she did not want any luncheon and preferred to stay on board.

Her gloom seemed to infect the whole party, Mr.
Stobell in particular being so dejected that his wife eyed him in amazement.
"It'll spoil it for all of us if you don't come," he said, with bashful surliness.

"Why, I arranged the lunch more for you than anybody.

It'll be our last meal on shore." Mrs.Chalk said that she had had so many meals on shore that she could afford to miss one, and Mr.Stobell, after eyeing her for some time in a manner strangely at variance with his words, drew his wife to one side and whispered fiercely in her ear.
"Well, I sha'n't go without her," said Mrs.Stobell, rejoining the group.
"What with losing that nice, airy bunk and getting that nasty, stuffy stateroom, I don't feel like eating." Mrs.Chalk's countenance cleared.

"Don't you like it, dear ?" she said, affectionately.