There was alert inquiry in that glance.

Master Lionel got up suddenly.
"Let us take a turn outside, captain," said he.
The captain's eyes narrowed.

He scented business.

There was something plaguily odd about this young gentleman's manner.

He tossed off the remains of his sack, slapped down the pot and rose.
"Your servant, Master Tressilian," said he.
Outside our gentleman untethered his horse from the iron ring to which he had attached the bridle; leading his horse he turned seaward and strode down the road that wound along the estuary towards Smithick.
A sharp breeze from the north was whipping the water into white peaks of foam; the sky was of a hard brightness and the sun shone brilliantly.
The tide was running out, and the rock in the very neck of the haven was thrusting its black crest above the water.