She was the first to speak.
"How do you do, Mr.Lenox ?" she said.
"How do you do, Mrs.Ruggles ?" said John, throwing up his hand as, at the moment of his reply, a puff of wind blew the cape of his mackintosh over his head.

They both laughed a little (this was their greeting after nearly six years), and sat down.
"What a nice place!" she said, looking about her.
"Yes," said John; "I sit here a good deal when it isn't too windy." "I have been wondering why I did not get a sight of you," she said.

"I saw your name in the passenger list.

Have you been ill ?" "I'm in the second cabin," he said, smiling.
She looked at him a little incredulously, and he explained.
"Ah, yes," she said, "I saw your name, but as you did not appear in the dining saloon, I thought you must either be ill or that you did not sail.

Did you know that I was on board ?" she asked.
It was rather an embarrassing question.
"I have been intending," he replied rather lamely, "to make myself known to you--that is, to--well, make my presence on board known to you.