Sheltered by the squat headland from the first morning sparkle of the sea the little bay breathed a delicious freshness.

The party from the schooner landed at the bottom of the garden.

They exchanged insignificant words in studiously casual tones.

The professor's sister put up a long-handled eye-glass as if to scan the novel surroundings, but in reality searching for poor Arthur anxiously.

Having never seen him otherwise than in his town clothes she had no idea what he would look like.