"I went for a walk down to the sea," said Cosmo while the man moved off to where several cowhide trunks were ranged against the wall. "I like to take a look round on arriving at a new place."
"Yes, sir; but when it got dark I wondered."
"I tarried on a tower to watch the sunset," murmured Cosmo.
"I have been doing some unpacking," said the servant, "but not knowing how long you mean to stay . . ."
"It may be a long stay."
"Then I will go on, sir; that is if you are going to keep this room."
"Yes. The room will do. Spire. It's big enough."
Spire took up one of the two candelabras and retired into the neighbourhood of a sort of state bed heavily draped at the other end of the room. There, throwing open the trunks and the doors of closets, he busied himself systematically, without noise, till he heard the quiet voice of his young master.
"Spire."
"Yes, sir," he answered, standing still with a pile of shirts on his arm.