He wrung his hands in impotent passion.
"Katharine, Katharine, where are you ?" he murmured.

Seymour stirred.
"Are you in pain, my friend ?" "No," said the sailor quietly, his heart beating against the blood-stained handkerchief, as he echoed in his soul the words he had heard: "Katharine, Katharine, where are you?
where are you ?".