But he could hear the melancholy moan of the waves, which he had once thought to be musical and had often sworn that he loved.

Now the place with all its attributes was hideous to him, distasteful, and abominable.

At last the cottage was in view, and his heart sank very low.

Poor Kate! He loved her dearly through it all.

He endeavoured to take comfort by assuring himself that his heart was true to her.