He talked jerkily, with uneasy intervals of silence.
Larpent talked not at all beyond the demands of ordinary courtesy.

He ate well, drank sparingly, and when not listening to Saltash's somewhat spasmodic conversation appeared immersed in thought.

When the meal was over, he refused coffee, and rose to go on deck.
Then, abruptly, Saltash stayed him.

"Larpent, wait a minute--unless you're in a hurry! Have a cigar with me!" Larpent paused, looking across at the dark, restless face with the air of a man making a minute calculation.

"Shall we smoke on deck, my lord ?" he said at length.
Saltash sprang up as though he moved on wires.