His rough masculine sense broke its way unconsciously through all the little feminine subtleties and delicacies of his companion, and looked the position practically in the face for what it was worth, and no more.

"Where's the embarrassment ?" he asked, pointing to the bedroom door.

"There's your room, all ready for you.

And here's the sofa, in this room, all ready for _me._ If you had seen the places I have slept in at sea--!" She interrupted him, without ceremony.

The places he had slept in, at sea, were of no earthly importance.