He pushes the sleeping man cautiously.
“Get up, Noni. I feel lonesome. If we must drink, let’s drink together—I feel lonesome. Noni!”
Haggart awakens, stretches himself and says, without opening his eyes:
“Fire.”
“Here it is.”
“Something to drink.”
“Here it is! A fine wind, Noni. I looked out of the window, and the sea splashed into my eyes. It is high tide now and the water-dust flies up to the tower. I feel lonesome, Noni. I want to speak to you. Don’t be angry!”
“It’s cold.”
“Soon the fire will burn better. I don’t understand your actions. Don’t be angry, Noni, but I don’t understand your actions! I am afraid that you have lost your mind.”
“Did you drink again?”