The Cigarette returned with good news.  There were beds to be had some ten minutes’ walk from where we were, at a place called Pont.  We stowed the canoes in a granary, and asked among the children for a guide.  The circle at once widened round us, and our offers of reward were received in dispiriting silence.  We were plainly a pair of Bluebeards to the children; they might speak to us in public places, and where they had the advantage of numbers; but it was another thing to venture off alone with two uncouth and legendary characters, who had dropped from the clouds upon their hamlet this quiet afternoon, sashed and be-knived, and with a flavour of great voyages.  The owner of the granary came to our assistance, singled out one little fellow and threatened him with corporalities; or I suspect we should have had to find the way for ourselves.  As it was, he was more frightened at the granary man than the strangers, having perhaps had some experience of the former.  But I fancy his little heart must have been going at a fine rate; for he kept trotting at a respectful distance in front, and looking back at us with scared eyes.  Not otherwise may the children of the young world have guided Jove or one of his Olympian compeers on an adventure.

A miry lane led us up from Quartes with its church and bickering windmill.  The hinds were trudging homewards from the fields.  A brisk little woman passed us by.  She was seated across a donkey between a pair of glittering milk-cans; and, as she went, she kicked jauntily with her heels upon the donkey’s side, and scattered shrill remarks among the wayfarers.  It was notable that none of the tired men took the trouble to reply.  Our conductor soon led us out of the lane and across country.  The sun had gone down, but the west in front of us was one lake of level gold.  The path wandered a while in the open, and then passed under a trellis like a bower indefinitely prolonged.  On either hand were shadowy orchards; cottages lay low among the leaves, and sent their smoke to heaven; every here and there, in an opening, appeared the great gold face of the west.

I never saw the Cigarette in such an idyllic frame of mind.  He waxed positively lyrical in praise of country scenes.  I was little less exhilarated myself; the mild air of the evening, the shadows, the rich lights and the silence, made a symphonious accompaniment about our walk; and we both determined to avoid towns for the future and sleep in hamlets.

At last the path went between two houses, and turned the party out into a wide muddy high-road, bordered, as far as the eye could reach on either hand, by an unsightly village.  The houses stood well back, leaving a ribbon of waste land on either side of the road, where there were stacks of firewood, carts, barrows, rubbish-heaps, and a little doubtful grass.  Away on the left, a gaunt tower stood in the middle of the street.  What it had been in past ages, I know not:  probably a hold in time of war; but now-a-days it bore an illegible dial-plate in its upper parts, and near the bottom an iron letter-box.