She laughed and layed down the violin. 'We must not have any more playing to-night. Do you really like to hear me play? You look as if you did.' 'It is wonderful,' he replied. 'I could listen all night. But if there is to be no more music, shall we look outside?' If there were no light in the house the ship's lantern was hanging up, with one of those big ship's candles in it which are of such noble dimensions, and of generosity so unbounded in the matter of tallow. There was no moon; but the sky was clear and the sea could be seen by the light of the stars, and the revolving lights of Bishop's Rock and St. Agnes flashed across the water. The young man shivered. 'We are in fairyland,' he said. 'It is a charmed island. Nothing is real. Armorel, your name should be Titania. How have you made me hear and believe all these things? How do you contrive your sorceries? Are you an enchantress? Confess--you cannot, in sober truth, play those tunes; the old lady is in reality only a phantom, called into visible shape by your incantations? But you are a benevolent witch--you will not turn me into a pig?' 'I do not understand. There have been no sorceries. There are no witches left on the Scilly Islands. Formerly there were many. Dorcas knows about them. I do not know what was the good of them.' 'I suppose you are quite real, after all. It is only strange and incomprehensible.' 'It is a fine night. To-morrow it will be a fine day with a gentle breeze. We will go sailing among the Outer Islands.' 'The air is heavy with perfume. What is it? Surely an enchanted land!' 'It is the scent of the lemon-verbena tree--see, here is a sprig. It is very sweet.' 'How silent it is here! Night after night never to hear a sound.' 'Nothing but the sound of the waves. They never cease. Listen--it is a calm night. But you can hear them lapping on the beach.' Ten minutes later, when they returned to the house, they found candles lighted and supper spread. A substantial supper, such as was owed to a man who had had no dinner. There was cold roast fowl and ham; there was a lettuce-salad and a goodly cheese. And there was the unexpected and grateful sight of a 'Brown George,' with a most delectable ball of white froth at the top. Also, Roland remarked the presence of the decanter containing the blackberry wine. 'Now you shall have some supper.' Armorel assumed the head of the table and took up the carving-knife. 'No, thank you--I can carve very well. Besides, you are our visitor, and it is a pleasure to carve for you. Will you have a wing or a leg? Do you like your ham thin? Not too thin? Oh, how hungry you must be! That is ale--home-brewed ale: will you take some? or would you prefer a glass of the blackberry wine? No?--help yourself.'