Philip disliked smoking.

Possibly Kinraid did so too, but he took a pipe at any rate, and lighted it, though he hardly used it at all, but kept talking to farmer Robson on sea affairs.

He had the conversation pretty much to himself.

Philip sat gloomily by; Sylvia and his aunt were silent, and old Robson smoked his long clay pipe, from time to time taking it out of his mouth to spit into the bright copper spittoon, and to shake the white ashes out of the bowl.

Before he replaced it, he would give a short laugh of relishing interest in Kinraid's conversation; and now and then he put in a remark.