The stewardess began to look
for her--she hadn't been seen on deck or in the saloon. Besides, she
wasn't dressed--not to show herself; all her clothes were in her room.
There was another lady, an old lady, Mrs. Nettlepoint--I would know
her--that she was sometimes with, but the stewardess had been with _her_
and knew Miss Mavis hadn't come near her that morning. She had spoken to
_him_ and they had taken a quiet look--they had hunted everywhere. A
ship's a big place, but you did come to the end of it, and if a person
wasn't there why there it was. In short an hour had passed and the young
lady was not accounted for: from which I might judge if she ever would
be. The watch couldn't account for her, but no doubt the fishes in the
sea could--poor miserable pitiful lady! The stewardess and he had of
course thought it their duty to speak at once to the Doctor, and the
Doctor had spoken immediately to the Captain. The Captain didn't like
it--they never did, but he'd try to keep it quiet--they always did.
By the time I succeeded in pulling myself together and getting on, after
a fashion, the rest of my clothes I had learned that Mrs. Nettlepoint
wouldn't yet have been told, unless the stewardess had broken it to her
within the previous few minutes. Her son knew, the young gentleman on
the other side of the ship--he had the other steward; my man had seen him
come out of his cabin and rush above, just before he came in to me.
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