He had not seen him at breakfast.

He took out his watch softly and let it drop on his book, face upwards.

Meanwhile he talked to the two ladies about the weather, and listened to Miss Skeat's rapturous account of the spray and the general slipperiness of the upper regions.

When five minutes were elapsed he put his watch back and said he thought he would try it himself, as he fancied the fresh air would do him good.

So he departed, and obtained a pair of sea-boots and an oilskin, which he contemplated with disgust, and put on with resolution.