“What do you hear there?” he asked.
“I hear the thump of the engines.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing. What do you hear?”
He suddenly turned away.
“I’ll tell you,” he said, “when we get on shore.” [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
SECOND SCENE.—VANGE ABBEY.—THE FOREWARNINGS
VI.
As we approached the harbor at Folkestone, Romayne’s agitation appeared to subside. His head drooped; his eyes half closed—he looked like a weary man quietly falling asleep.