This would bring one of the mates aft to the cabin.
Driven by the thought, I rapped softly on her door, and she came forth instantly, fully dressed.
"You are ready ?" "Yes." "You 'll need a waterproof of some kind--it's raining outside.

Wait a moment; there will be a coat in some of these staterooms." I found one, a fisherman's slicker, and wrapped her in it.

It was a world too big, but I tightened the belt, and turned up the skirts, so she managed to walk.

It would serve to keep her dry, although worn under indignant protest.
"Oh, I can't," she proclaimed.

"Why, I must be a perfect fright." "Not to me; besides, it's dark as Erebus.