The miscreant is supposed to be interested in some other watering-place.
"We have been fortunate enough to secure a personal interview with the celebrated Dr John Smith, whose remarks--in view of his recent close personal relations with the deceased giants--will be read with interest.
We found the youthful doctor enjoying a fragrant weed in the verandah of his father's bijou residence in Scilly.
"`A beautiful day, doctor,' we said, taking the vacant seat beside him.
"`Is it ?' replied he, placing his two feet in a graceful attitude on the elaborately-polished balustrade of the balcony.
"`Heard of you at Giants' Bay,' we remarked, by way of leading up to the subject.

There was a pause, and then the doctor replied, `Oh!' "`A strange affair the sudden mortality in that place, doctor.' "`What about it ?' was the unexpected rejoinder, as the man of physic slowly assumed a standing attitude.
"He was dressed in a light check suit, which reflected considerable credit on the provincial tailor who made it.
"`That's the question,' we replied, with a touch of humour.
"The doctor appeared to feel the heat, but presently recovered sufficiently to call our attention to the peculiar make of his boots.
They were large, with flapped uppers and clumped soles, and could hardly have cost less than a guinea the pair.

We congratulated him warmly upon his possession.

Dr Smith was evidently proud of them.
"`See them ?' said he, pointing to the right foot.
"We nodded a friendly assent, inwardly amused at our friend's eccentricity.
"`Do you see that hill there ?' said he, abruptly pointing over our shoulder.
"We turned to look.

It was indeed a fine view which met our eyes--a view of which any native of Scilly might be proud.