You'll have a day or two's rest ashore now." "Aye, aye, sir!" Dumble replied.

"We got in just in time.

There's something more than a squall coming up nor'ards." Sir Henry listened for a moment.

The French windows shook, the rain beat against the panes, and a dull booming of wind was clearly audible from outside.
"We timed that excellently," he agreed.

"Come up and have a chat to-morrow, Jimmy, if your wife will spare you." "I'll be round before eleven, sir," the fisherman promised, with a grin.
Sir Henry waited for the closing of the door.