Are you for staying here long ?' There was a certain abruptness in Philip's tone, if not in his words, which made Kinraid look in his face with surprise, and answer with equal curtness.
'I'm off i' th' morning; and sail for the north seas day after.' He turned away, and began to whistle, as if he did not wish for any further conversation with his interrogator.

Philip, indeed, had nothing more to say to him: he had learned all he wanted to know.
'I'd like to bid good-by to Sylvie.

Is she at home ?' he asked of her father.
'A'm thinking thou'll not find her.

She'll be off to Yesterbarrow t' see if she'd get a settin' o' their eggs; her grey speckled hen is cluckin', and nought 'll serve our Sylvia but their eggs to set her upon.

But, for a' that, she mayn't be gone yet.