That master of yours doesn't stick at a trifle, William.

It's my opinion that your mistress and you have not seen the last of him yet." We were sleeping that night in a double-bedded room.

As soon as Mr.Dark had secured the door and disposed himself comfortably in his bed, he entered on a detailed narrative of the particulars communicated to him in the tap-room.

The substance of what he told me may be related as follows: The yacht had had a wonderful run all the way to Cape Wrath.

On rounding that headland she had met the wind nearly dead against her, and had beaten every inch of the way to the sea-port town, where she had put in to get a supply of provisions, and to wait for a change in the wind.
Mr.James Smith had gone ashore to look about him, and to see whether the principal hotel was the sort of house at which he would like to stop for a few days.