“I thought I heard—I did hear—something—”
“Something?”
“Yes—so strange—I can’t hear it now.”
“What was it like?”
She looked fixedly at him.
“Like some one crying—horribly.”
“Where? Near us?”
“Not far. Listen again.”
He obeyed, holding his breath. But he heard nothing except the very faint lapping of the sea at their feet.
“Perhaps I imagined it,” she said at length.