Then he remembered that a great gale had been prophesied in the weather reports, and thought to himself that they portended its arrival.
He reached the church by the narrow spit of sand and shingle which still connected it with the shore, passed through the door in the rough brick wall, closing it behind him, and paused to look.

Already under that heavy sky the light which struggled through the brine-encrusted eastern window was dim and grey.

Presently, however, he discovered the figure of Stella seated in her accustomed place by the desolate-looking stone altar, whereon stood the box containing the aerophone that they had used in their experiments.

She was dressed in her dark-coloured ulster, of which the hood was still drawn over her head, giving her the appearance of some cloaked nun, lingering, out of time and place, in the ruined habitations of her worship.
As he advanced she rose and pushed back the hood, revealing the masses of her waving hair, to which it had served as a sole covering.

In silence Stella stretched out her hand, and in silence Morris took it; for neither of them seemed to find any words.