He had plunged through the streets for an hour, after leaving the pool, striving to recover from the twin shocks he had suffered.

Then, returning to his hotel, he became aware that The Hazards of Hortense were still on.

He could hear the roar of the aeroplane propeller and see the lights over the low buildings that lined his street.
Miserably he was drawn back to the spot where the most important of all his visions had been rent to tatters.

He went to the end of the pool where he had stood before.

Mr.Rosenblatt-hardly could he bring his mind to utter the hideous syllables-was still dissatisfied with the sea's might.