Why, the very heart of the picturesque is here.
What more can you want?"
On the second day you will see all this from the harbour again, or
perhaps you will cross the ferry and climb the King's Walk on the
opposite bank; you will see it all, but with a change. It is more
lovely, but not the same.
On the third day you will cast about in your mind to explain this;
and so in time you will come to find that it is the spirit of Troy
that plays this trick upon you. For you will have learnt to love the
place, and love, as you know, dear sir or madam, is apt to affect the
eyesight.
The eyes of Mr. Fogo, as Caleb pulled sturdily up with the tide, were
passing through the first of these stages.
"This," he said at length, reflectively, "is one of the loveliest
spots I have looked upon."
Caleb, in whom humanity and Trojanity were nicely compounded, flushed
a bright copper-colour with pleasure.
"'Tes reckoned a tidy spot," he answered modestly, "by them as cares
for voos an' such-like."
"There, now," he went on, after a pause, and turning round, "yonder's
Kit's House, wi' Kit's Cottage, next door. You can't see the house
so plain, 'cos 'tes behind the trees. But there 'tes, right enough."
"Is the cottage uninhabited, too?"
"Both on 'em. Ha'nted they _do_ say.
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