He goes alone up on to the top of the Downs, and stays there alone for hours.

I have seen him.

I have come upon him unawares lying on the grass with his face towards the sea, his lips parted, and his eyes strained, his face absorbed.

He has been so lost in dreams that I have come close to him through the grass and stood beside him and spoken to him before he grew aware that anyone was near." "Perhaps he wants to be a sailor," suggested Dewes.
"No, I do not think it is that," Sybil answered quietly.

"If it were so, he would have told me." "Yes," Dewes admitted.