You could see with your own eyes the golden ship, the diamond buckles of the Scarlet Admiral, the young man's sad eyes, the parson's black clothes.

When she had finished it seemed to Jeremy that it must have been just so.

She told him that now on a summer morning or evening the Scarlet Admiral might still be seen, climbing the cliff-path, wiping his sword upon the grass, gazing out with sad eyes to sea.

Jeremy swore to himself that on the next occasion of visiting the Cove he would watch...

he would watch-but to no single human being would he speak anything of this.
This was the second reason why he had looked forward so eagerly to the sea-picnic.
III The day arrived, and it was marvellously fine--one of those days in August when heat possesses the world and holds it tranced and still, but has in the very strength of its possession some scent of the decay and chill of autumn that is to follow so close upon its heels.