THE ABYSS They sighted the English shore a few days later on an evening of mist and rain.

The sea was grey and dim, the atmosphere cold and inhospitable.
"Just like England!" said Saltash.

"She never gushes over her prodigals." He was dining alone in the saloon with Toby behind his chair, Larpent being absent on the bridge.
"Don't you like England, sir ?" said Toby.
"I adore her," said Saltash with his most hideous grimace.

"But I don't go to her for amusement." Toby came forward to fill his glass with liqueur.

"Too strait-laced, sir ?" he suggested with the suspicion of a smile.
Saltash nodded with a sidelong glance at the young face bent over the decanter.