Still I am not quite sure whether I should have enjoyed a solitary night's rest there, and to have suggested the thing to the natives of W-- would have been enough to secure my incarceration as a raving lunatic.

So I did not.

But by daytime I added myself one more to the spirits that haunted the place, and yielded myself up completely to its fascination.
One day towards the end of my visit I walked over to a coastguard station some miles along the shore for the sake of taking a last survey of the beautiful coast.

When I reached it I found, to my pleasure, one of the W-- fishing-boats just preparing to put out and sail round the headland back to the village.

One of the coastguardsmen was on board, and I was glad to accept the invitation of my honest friend to form another of the party.
I found the coastguardsman a most intelligent fellow--well informed on many subjects, and even professing to be something of an art critic.