CHAPTER XI

A LAND THAT IS LONELIER THAN RUIN Late in the afternoon of the same day they met again, and this time really by accident. Since morning a storm had been blowing, but just before sunset the wind and rain had dropped, and an angry sun glared out in its last moments upon the troubled sea. Lord Lumley, tired of struggling with a pile of books and smoking cigarettes, had seen the change from his study window, and seizing his cap and a stick, had hurried out to taste the strong salt wind, and to watch the cloud effects…