The Daughters of the Night by Edgar Wallace

Two more days. Today, tomorrow, and perhaps half another day was all that remained for Jim to put himself right. She did not doubt that he would win through, and yet the fear that he might not turned her cold. In the morning she was on deck immediately after breakfast and the first person she saw was Mr Price, sitting calmly in his chair reading a serious-looking volume. He touched his bandaged head to her in salute.

"I'm afraid I frightened you last night," he said. "It was very stupid of me to go wandering about the upper deck by myself."