Captain Clubbe rose as he spoke and intimated his intention of departing, by jerking his head sideways at Monsieur de Gemosac, who, however, held out his hand with a Frenchman's conscientious desire to follow the English custom.
"I'll be getting home," said Clubbe, simply.

As he spoke he peered across the marsh toward the river, and Colville, following the direction of his gaze, saw the black silhouette of a large lug-sail against the eastern sky, which was softly grey with the foreglow of the rising moon.
"What is that ?" asked Colville.
"That's Loo Barebone going up with the sea-breeze.

He has been down to the rectory.

He mostly goes there in the evening.

There is a creek, you know, runs down from Maiden's Grave to the river." "Ah!" answered Colville thoughtfully, almost as if the creek and the large lug-sail against the sky explained something which he had not hitherto understood.
"I thought he might have come with you this evening," he added, after a pause.