“We won’t go in yet. Your wet feet won’t hurt, and the dinner-gong won’t go for an hour yet. I’ll take you round the place, and up in the old tower. Can you climb?”
“Climb? Oh no. Not trees.”
“I meant the old staircase. ’Tisn’t very dangerous. But never mind now. We’ll go to-morrow. Come along.”
Max thought it was to his room. But nothing was farther from Kenneth’s thoughts, as he started off at a sharp walk about the precincts of the old place, talking rapidly the while.
“Why, the sea’s all round us!” exclaimed Max, after they had been walking, or rather climbing and descending the rocky paths of the promontory on which the castle was built.
“To be sure it is, now. When the tide’s down you can hop across the rocks there to the mainland. You don’t live in a place like this?”
“We live in Russell Square, my father and I.”
“That’s in London, isn’t it? I’ve never been to town, and I don’t want to go.”
“But isn’t this very inconvenient? You are so far from the rail.”
“Yes, thank goodness!”