Part 3, Chapter 3

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠They had arrived at Santon at half-past eight on a Thursday night, and after tea on the Saturday Joan walked up to the little coastguard-station on the hill. Aeroplanes were not unknown on that wide uplifted promontory, and it would not in the least surprise her if presently, say in another week or so, Chummy, finding himself within a mere fifty miles, were to drop in unannounced. He had in fact s