He touched the electric bell and stopped the car.
"Do let us walk along and have a look at my queer possession once more," he begged.

"Luncheon, you told me, is not till half-past one, and it is a quarter to now." She hesitated for a moment and then assented.

They left the car and walked along the little track, bordered with white posts, which led on to the ridge.

To their right was the village, separated from them only by one level stretch of meadowland; in the background, the hall.

They turned along the raised dike just inside the pebbly beach, and she showed her companion the narrow waterway up to the village.