He had been with Anthony for several years, and had won for himself in the course of many long voyages, a footing of familiarity, which was to be expected with a man of Anthony's character.

But in that slowly-grown intimacy of the sea, which in its duration and solitude had its unguarded moments, no words had passed, even of the most casual, to prepare him for the vision of his captain associated with any kind of girl.

His impression had been that women did not exist for Captain Anthony.

Exhibiting himself with a girl! A girl! What did he want with a girl?
Bringing her on board and showing her round the cabin! That was really a little bit too much.

Captain Anthony ought to have known better.
Franklin (the chief mate's name was Franklin) felt disappointed; almost disillusioned.