Eliza now felt her face getting hot. William eyed her bemusedly for a few moments, and decided, perhaps, not to press his advantage. 'Arnold!' he shouted. The cabin door opened. Through it, Eliza could see her things spread out all over the deck, stained with tar and bilge-water, some of the more complicated garments ripped into pieces. The luggage given to her by d'Avaux had been broken up into fragments, now being peeled apart layer by layer. 'Two letters so far,' Arnold said, stepping into the cabin and, with a little bow, handing over sheets covered with writing.