From what you say, this is a poor sort of consort for a man to sail with.

Perhaps Harold would do well to cut himself adrift." "Without losing a day." "Well, we shall talk it over.

You may be sure of that.

But here we are at the station, so I will just see you into your carriage and then home to see what my wife says to the matter." As he trudged homewards, thoughtful and perplexed, he was surprised to hear a shout behind him, and to see Harold running down the road after him.
"Why, dad," he cried, "I have just come from town, and the first thing I saw was your back as you marched away.

But you are such a quick walker that I had to run to catch you." The Admiral's smile of pleasure had broken his stern face into a thousand wrinkles.