And then a sailor blundered across his field of vision.
"Topping, isn't she ?" demanded Jenks, who had apparently been pulled down into his chair in the interval.
"Oh, I don't know," said Graham, and added deliberately: "Rather ordinary, I thought." Jenks stared at him.

"Good Lord, padre," he said, "where are your eyes ?" Peter heard a little chuckle behind, and glanced round to see Donovan staring at him with amusement written all across his face.

"You'll do, padre," he said, taking a pipe from his pocket and beginning to fill it.
Peter smiled and leant back.

Probably for the first time in five years he forgot for a moment what sort of a collar it was around his neck.
Sitting there, he began to enjoy himself.

The sea glittered in the sun and the Lees stretched out opposite him across the shining gulf.
Sea-birds dipped and screamed.