I was with him in a moment, and we were hurrying along to the cliffs.
"Where's Bellwattle?" I asked.
"In the garden. She won't come and look at these things. I tell her fish have no nerve centres, that they feel nothing; but it's no good. She sees them wriggle and that's enough for her. Ever seen a haul of sprats?"
I shook my head.
"My Lord!" said he, and in that exclamation he spoke more for the sight of it than if he had talked for hours. The silence that followed filled my imagination, till suddenly he broke it.
"Bellwattle says you're going to take the cottage in the hollow," he declared.
I opened my eyes wide and laughed.
"She told you that as a fact?" said I.
"Yes."
"When do I take possession?"