As the wind sprung up stronger, white clots could be discerned at the water level of the cliff, rising and falling against the black band of shaggy weed that formed a sort of skirting to the base of the wall.  They were the first-fruits of the new east blast, which shaved the face of the cliff like a razor—­gatherings of foam in the shape of heads, shoulders, and arms of snowy whiteness, apparently struggling to rise from the deeps, and ever sinking back to their old levels again.  They reminded an observer of a drowning scene in a picture of the Deluge.  At some points the face of rock was hollowed into gaping caverns, and the water began to thunder into these with a leap that was only topped by the rebound seaward again.  The vessel’s head was kept a little further to sea, but beyond that everything went on as usual.

The precipice was still in view, and before it several huge columns of rock appeared, detached from the mass behind.  Two of these were particularly noticeable in the grey air—­one vertical, stout and square; the other slender and tapering.  They were individualized as husband and wife by the coast men.  The waves leapt up their sides like a pack of hounds; this, however, though fearful in its boisterousness, was nothing to the terrible games that sometimes went on round the knees of those giants in stone.  Yet it was sufficient to cause the course of the frail steamboat to be altered yet a little more—­from south-west-by-south to south-by-west—­to give the breakers a still wider berth.

’I wish we had gone by land, sir; ‘twould have been surer play,’ said Sol to Mountclere, a cat-and-dog friendship having arisen between them.

‘Yes,’ said Mountclere.  ’Knollsea is an abominable place to get into with an east wind blowing, they say.’

Another circumstance conspired to make their landing more difficult, which Mountclere knew nothing of.  With the wind easterly, the highest sea prevailed in Knollsea Bay from the slackening of flood-tide to the first hour of ebb.  At that time the water outside stood without a current, and ridges and hollows chased each other towards the beach unchecked.  When the tide was setting strong up or down Channel its flow across the mouth of the bay thrust aside, to some extent, the landward plunge of the waves.

We glance for a moment at the state of affairs on the land they were nearing.

This was the time of year to know the truth about the inner nature and character of Knollsea; for to see Knollsea smiling to the summer sun was to see a courtier before a king; Knollsea was not to be known by such simple means.  The half-dozen detached villas used as lodging-houses in the summer, standing aloof from the cots of the permanent race, rose in the dusk of this gusty evening, empty, silent, damp, and dark as tombs.  The gravel walks leading to them were invaded by leaves and tufts of grass.  As the darkness thickened the wind increased, and each blast raked the iron railings before the houses till they hummed as if in a song of derision.  Certainly it seemed absurd at this time of year that human beings should expect comfort in a spot capable of such moods as these.