At the last minute the passage is revealed, and one glides into this romantic port.

I put Hoorn next to Middelburg in the matter of charm, but seen from the sea it is of greater fascination.

In many ways Hoorn is more remarkable as a town, but more of my heart belongs to Middelburg.
I sat on the coping of the harbour at sundown and watched a merry party dining in the saloon of a white and exceedingly comfortable-looking yacht, some thirty or forty yards away.

Two neat maids continually passed from the galley to the saloon, and laughter came over the water.

The yacht was from Arnheim, its owner having all the appearance of a retired East Indian official.