“The surf’s at the edge of the road.”
“And the tide far from the full. Never was such a sea, Simmons. The whole garden’ll go, and the terraces. Looky. There’s the drive gone—”
The long drive that wound down by easy levels to the beach road ended now in a crumbling little cliff of gravel. Cries broke out from the group of servants.
“The shake of the waves—”
“ ’Tis like as if the land were falling of itself.”
“Lord ha’ mercy on them.”
Uncle Will strode over to the group. “Is it any good going out?”
“Not any use, sir. What two can’t do, twenty couldn’t do. And there’s not a horse in the stables that’s devil enough to fight with this except the old blood-mare and Monseigneur, and that’s the truth, sir.”
“Yes, sir, that’s the truth.”
William turned in silence and went back to his post