Awaking suddenly, he listened, started up, and sat listening.
Florence asked him what he thought he heard.
'I want to know what it says,' he answered, looking steadily in her face.

'The sea' Floy, what is it that it keeps on saying ?' She told him that it was only the noise of the rolling waves.
'Yes, yes,' he said.

'But I know that they are always saying something.
Always the same thing.

What place is over there ?' He rose up, looking eagerly at the horizon.
She told him that there was another country opposite, but he said he didn't mean that: he meant further away--farther away! Very often afterwards, in the midst of their talk, he would break off, to try to understand what it was that the waves were always saying; and would rise up in his couch to look towards that invisible region, far away..