The dormer made a patch of diamond light in the dead of the wall, and the chill of dawn sharpened the air.
Blob was bending over him.
"Nelson's a-comin," he announced, much as he might have said breakfast was in.
Kit looked up into the round pink face, fresh as a daisy, and dewy- eyed above him.
"No!" he cried, and started to his elbow.
"He is though, lad," said the Parson at the window, very quiet.
Kit was beside him in a minute.
The mattress was down, and the Parson, leaning out into the blue, both hands on the sill, munched his thoughts.
"There's his tops'ls," said he, nodding east to where far across the waters a glimmer as of an iceberg hung in the dawn. "Take the glass and have a peep at her."
Mists still swathed the waters. Through them the sun peered ghostly, twinkling on the intripping tide beyond the shingle-bank.