The wickedness of it had developed partly with his growing longing to see the Captain again, partly with the meeting that actually followed, and partly with the sense that grew and grew as the days passed that the Captain was always watching him.
The Captain, during these weeks, seemed to be everywhere.

Never was there an afternoon that Jeremy walked out with Miss Jones and his sisters that he did not appear.

It was not very difficult to snatch a conversation with him.

Because the beauty of the spring weather continued, the children went every day for a walk in the Meads, and on at least three separate occasions Jeremy and the Captain enjoyed quite long conversations together.

These were, none of them, so good as that first one had been.