The sea, I think, is more to me at present.' They were not quite at ease together.

Conversation turned about small things, and was frequently broken.

The day was not very bright, and mist spoiled the view landwards.

The sea was at ebb, and sluggish.
Annabel of her own accord reverted to Lambeth.
'You must have had many pleasures arising from your work,' she said, 'but one above all I envy you.

I mean that of helping poor Mr.Grail so well.' 'Yes, that is a real happiness,' he answered, thoughtfully.