When Mr. Lorry had finished his breakfast, he went out for a stroll on the beach.
Mr. Lorry did so, and they went down-stairs and out in the streets.
He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry.
Mr. Lorry saw that they understood one another, and proceeded.
"A solitary old bachelor," answered Mr. Lorry, shaking his head.
Mr. Lorry came silently forward, leaving the daughter by the door.
Were you travelling alone, Mr. Lorry, or with any companion?
How I admire the gallantry of your youthful spirit, Mr. Lorry.
Mr. Lorry readily engaged for that, and the conference was ended.
Mr. Lorry grasped his hand in return, and neither of the two spoke for a little while.