Nevertheless, it was foolish of me.

How long did you think of staying there--that is," she added, with a faint smile, "providing that you find it possible to prove your claim and take up possession ?" "Oh, just for a week or so," he answered lightly, "and as to regaining possession of it," he went on, a slightly pugnacious instinct stirring him, "I don't imagine that there'll be any difficulty about that." "Really!" she murmured.
"Not that I want to make myself disagreeable," he continued, "but the Tower is mine, right enough, even if I have let it remain unoccupied for some time." She let down the window--a task in which he hastened to assist her.
A rush of salt, cold air swept into the compartment.

He sniffed it eagerly.
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed.
She stretched out a long arm and pointed.

Away in the distance, on the summit of a line of pebbled shore, standing, as it seemed, sheer over the sea, was a little black speck.
"That," she said, "is the Tower." He changed his position and leaned out of the window.
"Well, it's a queer little place," he remarked.

"It doesn't look worth quarrelling over, does it ?" "And that," she went on, directing his attention to the hill, "is Mr.
Fentolin's home, St.David's Hall." For several moments he made no remark at all.