Where was Mr.Guiseley going first?
Frank didn't quite know; Where would he sleep that night?
Frank didn't quite know; he would have to see.

When was the walking-tour going to end?
Frank didn't quite know.

Did he really like it?
Oh, well, Frank thought it was a good thing to go on a walking tour, even if you were rather uncomfortable sometimes.
The leave-taking was unemotional.

Jack had announced suddenly and loudly in the smoking-room before dinner that he was going to see the last of Frank, as far as the churchyard; Frank had protested, but had yielded.

The rest had all said good-by to him in the hall, and at a quarter to nine the two young men went out into the darkness.
(VI) It was a clear autumn night--a "wonderful night of stars"-- and the skies blazed softly overhead down to the great blotted masses of the high moors that stood round Barham.