And then all at once she exclaimed,
"Do you hear anything?"
I started and stared at her. For the moment I had ceased to be Mr.
Hobhouse, so straight had I been carried back to that night six months
ago. Those were her very words, and if I were not much mistaken this was
the very place. I nearly answered as I had answered before, but was just
able to check myself. And then she broke the spell by laughing.
"It's only the sea! But it sounded so funny and hollow."
There was indeed a low gurgle just audible, as if the waves were
breaking into some cave. It struck me that she must have singularly
sharp ears to have noticed it. We stood there for a minute or two
longer, and then she asked,
"Do you see any ancient remains, Mr. Hobhouse?"
It was not in fact ancient remains that the eye glasses were looking at,
but I jumped at the chance of making sure of my bearings, and with an
appearance of great eagerness told her that there seemed to be something
decidedly interesting in the appearance of the rocks at that place.
"I can wait for a moment if you'd like to look at them nearer," she said.
"This is luck!" I said to myself as I scrambled down. "I believe I've
found the actual place."
A few minutes exploration left no doubt in my mind. I found the very
cliff face under which I had been decoyed and was able to clear up one
point.
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