"Just now, at lunch, we were speculating on such a chance.

The cigar argues a broken fast, I take it." "Yes, I have had my maccheroni." "We are going to take a boat over to Bale.

Suppose you come with us." "Of course Mr.Mallard will come," said Cecily, her face radiant.

"He can make no pretence of work interrupted." Already the group was surrounded by boatmen offering their services.
Spence led the way down to the quay, and after much tumult a boat was selected and a bargain struck, the original demand made by the artless sailors being of course five times as much as was ever paid for the transit.

They rowed out through the cluster of little craft, then hoisted a sail, and glided smoothly over the blue water.
"Where is Mrs.Lessingham ?" Mallard inquired of Cecily.
"At the Hotel Bristol, with some very disagreeable people who have just landed on their way from India--a military gentleman, and a more military lady, and a most military son, relatives of ours.