This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. THE PRINCE APPEARS. A Rough path cut in the cliff, led to the pilot's house. Hagart walked ahead and entered the hut first, beckoning to the strangers to follow him. Mr. Lydyiard held back with a visible reluctance, conquered however in a moment; but Brand, with a pleased interest in a new dwelling, stepped gaily on to the verandah. Esther had seen the new-comers in the distance, and had retired to the back of the hut, but Brand's quick eyes took in the girl's hat upon the sofa, and the glimpse of a woman's bedchamber visible through its half-open door. The moment he entered the sitting-room, Mr. Lydyiard's attention was riveted by the crayon drawings already described. Though he had been in a measure prepared for the encounter, he could barely repress a cry of astonishment at finding himself confronted by a ghost of his early life, in the pictured face of the woman, who had most vitally influenced his career. The suspicion which had been shaping itself in his mind, became certainty, and he was obliged to sit down to recover the shock it had caused him. Brand had seen his friend's eyes fixed upon the drawings. Having a respect for Lydyiard's knowledge of art, he thought it the correct thing to admire, and uttered an unintelligent criticism. "That's an uncommonly nice picture," he said, pointing to the larger of the two subjects. "Puts me in mind of some of Dore's things. It's exactly like one of his women, but one misses the fellow with the long nose who is always beside her." Hagart took no notice of the remark, but threw open the door of the third room, which contained two pallet beds and a wash-stand. "This is the only accommodation I can offer you. Pray make the best of it. I must go to my work now, but if you would like...