I am here.

Your son.' 'Hush!' she muttered in answer, laying her feeble hand on my wrist and continuing to look, not at me, but at the door.

'Listen, Gaston! Don't you hear?
There it is again.

Again!' For a moment I thought her mind still wandered, and I shivered, having no fondness for hearing such things.

Then I saw she was listening intently to the sound which had attracted my notice.