The shore and country about “Castle Boterel” is now getting well known, and will be readily recognized. The spot is, I may add, the furthest westward of all those convenient corners wherein I have ventured to erect my theatre for these imperfect little dramas of country life and passions; and it lies near to, or no great way beyond, the vague border of the Wessex kingdom on that side, which, like the westering verge of modern American settlements, was progressive and uncertain.
This, however, is of little importance. The place is pre-eminently (for one person at least) the region of dream and mystery. The ghostly birds, the pall-like sea, the frothy wind, the eternal soliloquy of the waters, the bloom of dark purple cast, that seems to exhale from the shoreward precipices, in themselves lend to the scene an atmosphere like the twilight of a night vision.
One enormous sea-bord cliff in particular figures in the narrative; and for some forgotten reason or other this cliff was described in the story as being without a name. Accuracy would require the statement to be that a remarkable cliff which resembles in many points the cliff of the description bears a name that no event has made famous.
T. H.
March 1899
THE PERSONS
| ELFRIDE SWANCOURT | a young Lady |
| CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT | a Clergyman |
| STEPHEN SMITH | an Architect |
| HENRY KNIGHT | a Reviewer and Essayist |
| CHARLOTTE TROYTON | a rich Widow |
| GERTRUDE JETHWAY | a poor Widow |
| SPENSER HUGO LUXELLIAN | a Peer |
| LADY LUXELLIAN | his Wife |
| MARY AND KATE | two little Girls |
| WILLIAM WORM | a dazed Factotum |
| JOHN SMITH | a Master-mason |
| JANE SMITH | his Wife |
| MARTIN CANNISTER | a Sexton |
| UNITY | a Maid-servant |
Other servants, masons, labourers, grooms, nondescripts, etc., etc.
THE SCENE
Mostly on the outskirts of Lower Wessex.