Many people were gathered about the harbour, whence was a fine view of the great waves that broke into leaping foam and spray against the crags of Sark.

As they stood thus Occupied, Monica heard her name spoken in a friendly voice--that of Mrs.Cosgrove.
'I have been expecting to see you,' said the lady.

'We arrived three days ago.' Widdowson, starting with surprise, turned to examine the speaker.

He saw a woman of something less than middle age, unfashionably attired, good-looking, with an air of high spirits; only when she offered her hand to him did he remember having met her at Miss Barfoot's.

To be graceful in a high wind is difficult for any man; the ungainliness with which he returned Mrs.Cosgrove's greeting could not have been surpassed, and probably would have been much the same even had he not, of necessity, stood clutching at his felt hat.
The three talked for a few minutes.