He picked a flower for his buttonhole from the garden of the "Black Sailor," and set forth the morning after his interview with Captain Clubbe toward the rectory.

It was a cool July morning, with the sun half obscured by a fog-bank driven in from the sea.

Through the dazzling white of that which is known on these coasts as the water-smoke the sky shone a cloudless blue.

The air was light and thin.

It is the lightest and thinnest air in England.
Dormer Colville hummed a song under his breath as he walked on the top of the dyke.