"You will see nothing but a line of stunted trees, and behind, miles of marshes and the greyest sea which ever played upon the land.

Listen! You don't hear a sound like that in the cities." Even as he spoke they heard the dull roar of the north wind booming across the wild empty places which lay between the Red Hall and the sea.

A storm of raindrops was flung against the window.

The Princess shivered.
"It is an idyll, the last word in the refining of sensations," Major Forrest declared.

"You give us sybaritic luxury, and in order that we shall realize it, you provide the background of savagery.