I forget what Ethelbertha wore, but, whatever it may have been, it looked very fetching.

My own costume was a dark blue trimmed with a narrow white braid, which, I think, was rather effective.
Mr.Goyles met us on deck, and told us that lunch was ready.

I must admit Goyles had secured the services of a very fair cook.

The capabilities of the other members of the crew I had no opportunity of judging.

Speaking of them in a state of rest, however, I can say of them they appeared to be a cheerful crew.
My idea had been that so soon as the men had finished their dinner we would weigh anchor, while I, smoking a cigar, with Ethelbertha by my side, would lean over the gunwale and watch the white cliffs of the Fatherland sink imperceptibly into the horizon.