I rose and left the house.

I wandered capless across the marshes to where the wet seaweed lay strewn about, and the long waves came rolling shorewards; a wilderness now indeed of grey mists, of dark silent tongues of sea-water cleaving the land.

There was no wind-no other sound than the steadfast monotonous lapping of the waves upon the sands.

Along that road he had come; the faintly burning light upon my table showed where he had pressed his face against the window.

Then he had wandered on, past the storm-bent tree at the turn of the road pointing landwards.