Who shall say but the dove sigheth already for her truant mate?
So farewell; and count me thy patron." He came often after this, always with the same brave talk.
One day, however, he seemed more like a plain man and said: "'Tis time thou wert up, my Hollander.

There is thunder in the air, the horizon is big with clouds, the dull sea rustleth with the coming storm, and I smell the wind afar off." "Why," said I, starting up, "Ludar told me but just now the weather was fair and settled, and that the breeze was shifting to the south." "I spoke not of the weather," said he.

"Let it be.

The thunder may hide beneath a brow, the lightning may flash from out two eyelids, and the storm may break in a man's breast." "For Heaven's sake, speak plain," said I.

"What do you mean ?" "Wait and see," said he, "I like not these French dogs.