“Don’t you know what that is? A warning—a sign—an omen. Oh! if I had never come upon this trip!”
“You foolish fellow. Just as I thought you were beginning to get sense. Nothing in the world but decayed bark and chemical——”
Pierre stopped his ears.
“I was dreaming of the mére. She came with her apron to her eyes and her clothes in tatters. She was scolding——”
“Perfectly natural.”
“And begging me——”
“Not to eat so many half-baked beans for supper.”
“There’s something wrong at the island. I saw the cabin all dark. I saw Margot’s eyes red with weeping.”
“No doubt Tom has been into fresh mischief and your mother has punished him.”
Pierre ignored these flippant interruptions, but rehearsed his dismal visions till Adrian lost patience and pushed him aside.