There was nothing about the appearance of the quiet, dark little man, with the amiable eyes and slightly foreign manner, in the least suspicious.
"It's given me a brute of a headache," he declared, "but I certainly haven't been seasick up till now, and I must say I've never crossed before without being ill." The stranger laughed soothingly.
"That brandy and soda would keep you right." He said.

"When we get to Folkestone, you'll be wanting a supper basket.

Make yourself at home.
I don't need the cabin.

It's a glorious night outside.

I shouldn't have come in at all except to see how you were getting on." "How long before we are in ?" Mr.Coulson asked.
"About a quarter of an hour," was the answer.