Then as the road turned seaward he had the slope with him, and enjoyed some respite.

It was no case for putting up his feet, for the gale was blowing hard on his right cheek, but the downward grade enabled him to keep his course with little exertion.

His anxiety to get back to the scene of action was for the moment appeased, since he knew he was making as good speed as the weather allowed, so he had leisure for thought.
But the mind of this preposterous being was not on the business before him.

He dallied with irrelevant things--with the problems of youth and love.

He was beginning to be very nervous about Heritage, not as the solitary garrison of the old Tower, but as the lover of Saskia.