She sat up, and smiled at him-- 'We must go home!--Yes, we must.

But look!--there is a boat!' And only a few yards from them, emerging from the shadows, they saw a boat rocking gently at anchor beside a tiny landing-stage.

Nelly sprang to her feet.
'George!--suppose you were just to row us out--there--into the light!' But when they came to the boat they found it pad-locked to a post in the little pier.
'Ah, well, never mind,' said Nelly--'I'm sure that man won't forget ?' 'That man who spoke to us?
Who was he ?' 'Oh, I found out from Bridget, and Mrs.Weston.

He's Sir William Farrell, a great swell, tremendously rich.

He has a big place somewhere, out beyond Keswick, beyond Bassenthwaite.