He was late in finishing his dinner, and drank rather more wine than he had meant to.
When he went above, the wind had risen and the deck was almost deserted.
As he stepped out of the door a gale lifted his heavy fur coat about his shoulders.

He fought his way up the deck with keen exhilaration.
The moment he stepped, almost out of breath, behind the shelter of the stern, the wind was cut off, and he felt, like a rush of warm air, a sense of close and intimate companionship.

He started back and tore his coat open as if something warm were actually clinging to him beneath it.
He hurried up the deck and went into the saloon parlor, full of women who had retreated thither from the sharp wind.

He threw himself upon them.

He talked delightfully to the older ones and played accompaniments for the younger ones until the last sleepy girl had followed her mother below.