Only the other evening I was standing upon the cliffs, and I thought what a dreary waste of marshes and sands the place was, and then a single gleam of late sunshine seemed to transform everything.

There is hidden colour everywhere if one looks closely enough, and I suppose it is true that the most beautiful things in the world are those which remain just below the surface--a little invisible until one searches for them.
By-the-bye, Mr.Ducaine," she added, "if you are on your way home I can show you a path which will save you nearly half the distance." "You are very kind, Lady Angela," I answered.

"Cannot I find it, though, without taking you out of your way ?" She smiled.
"You might," she said, "but I walk down to the cliffs every afternoon.
I was just starting when you came.

It is quite a regular pilgrimage with me.

All day long we hear the sea, but except from the upper windows we have no clear view of it.