Lovely girls are common enough in West Country ports." "We'll go and see her," quoth his lordship.
Meanwhile, Aberalva pier was astonished by a strange phenomenon.

A boat from the yacht landed at the pier-head, not only Claude Mellot, whose beard was an object of wonder to the fishermen, but a tall three-legged box and a little black tent; which, being set upon the pier, became the scene of various mysterious operations, carried on by Claude and a sailor lad.
"I say!" quoth one of the fishing elders, after long suspicious silence; "I say, lads, this won't do.

We can't have no outlandish foreigners taking observations here!" And then dropped out one wild suspicion after another.
"Maybe he's surveying for a railroad ?" "Maybe he's from the Trinity House, going to make a new harbour; or maybe a lighthouse.

And then we'd better not meddle wi' him." "I'll tell you what he be.

He's that here government chap as the Doctor said he'd bring down to set our drains right." "If he goes meddling with our drains, and knocking of our back-yards about, he'll find himself over quay before he's done." "Steady! Steady.