He spent some time trying to peer through the streaming window into the darkness.

He chatted for a few minutes with the guard, who was, however, in a bad temper at having had to turn out and who found little to say.

Then he took one of his golf clubs from the bag and indulged in several half swings.

Finally he stretched himself out upon one of the seats and closed his eyes.
"May as well try to get a nap," he yawned.

"There won't be much chance on the steamer, if it blows like this." Mr.Dunster said nothing.