Did you ever hear of the captain's room being on the port side?
Both of them stern cabins have been fitted up afresh like a blessed palace.

A gang of people from some tip-top West-End house were fussing here on board with hangings and furniture for a fortnight, as if the Queen were coming with us.

Of course the starboard cabin is the bedroom one, but the poor captain hangs out to port on a couch, so that in case we want him on deck at night, Mrs.Anthony should not be startled.

Nervous! Phoo! A woman who marries a sailor and makes up her mind to come to sea should have no blamed jumpiness about her, I say.

But never mind.