In the kitchen and in Detricand's bedroom Olivier Delagarde's eyes were very busy.

He saw that the kitchen opened on the garden, which had a gate in the rear wall.

He also saw that the lozenge-paned windows swung like doors, and were not securely fastened; and he tried the trap-door in Detricand's bedroom to see the water flowing beneath, just as it did when he was young--Yes, there it was running swiftly away to the sea! Then he babbled all the way to the door that led into the street; for now he would stay no longer.
When he had gone, Carterette sat wondering why it was that Ranulph's father should inspire her with such dislike.

She knew that at this moment no man in Jersey was so popular as Olivier Delagarde.

The longer she thought the more puzzled she became.