The last time the good-natured cook had added-- "She wants badly to see you, captain--she isn't accustomed to this sort of thing." He made no reply further than a scornful contraction of his features which was not visible to the other, and resumed his staggering walk to leeward, between the companion and the wheel.
Elizabeth meanwhile had been sitting a prey to most distracted thoughts.
When she went below with her child, she had a dull feeling at her heart that some great sorrow had come or was coming over her, and she had sat for some time almost without the power to think.

He had never treated her like that before.
She set about putting the child to bed then in her usual way, as if she had been a mere machine.

For him the rolling berth was only a rocking cradle, and he was soon sleeping quietly without an idea of danger.

She stood with her arm leaning over the edge of the berth, supporting him, and gazing on his dimpled face; the lamp that swung to and fro under the beam, shedding a dim light over the narrow cabin, with its small table, and pegs full of seamen's clothes, moving solemnly backwards and forwards on the wall.

Between the creaking of the ship's timbers and the noise of ropes being dragged across the deck, Salve's voice could be heard in harsh tones of command, and every now and then there would be a sudden concussion that would make the whole vessel shake, and the floor would seem to go from under her feet, so that she had to hold on by the rail of the berth, and keep the child from falling out as best she could at the same time.