I had first approached her confident that my appearance as a gentleman would awaken her trust; I had felt myself to be a most presentable young man in whom she must instantly repose faith.

Yet, this had not been true at all--instead I came to her with the outward bearing of a worthless vagabond, a stubble-bearded outcast.

And yet she had trusted me; would trust me again.

More; she could never be deceived, or fail to recognize my presence aboard if she had the freedom of the deck.

Kirby might be deceived, but not Rene.