CHAPTER II.
THE SAD-EYED CHILD.
One evening in early summer Caius went a-fishing.

He started to walk several miles to an inlet where at high tide the sea-trout came within reach of the line.

The country road was of red clay, and, turning from the more thickly-settled district, Caius followed it through a wide wood of budding trees and out where it skirted the top of low red cliffs, against which the sea was lapping.

Then his way led him across a farm.
So far he had been walking indolently, happy enough, but here the shadow of the pain of the world fell upon him.
This farm was a lonesome place close to the sea; there was no appearance of prosperity about it.

Caius knew that the farmer, Day by name, was a churl, and was said to keep his family on short rations of happiness.