"What is it? You've news of David?"
"Yes," he said. "Come in."
"You've seen the papers?" he asked when they were within the house. She shook her head.
"I haven't sent over for the mail since you left, Karl. I seemed to like the silence."
"There's silence enough in all patience!" he cried. "Sixteen hundred voices have ceased."
"I don't understand."
"The Cyclops has gone down--a new ship, the largest on the sea."
"Why, that seems impossible."
"Not when there are icebergs floating off the banks and when the bergs carry submerged knives of ice. One of them gored the ship. It was fatal."
"How terrible!" For a second's space she had forgotten the possible application to her. Then the knowledge came rushing back upon her.