TO THE LIGHTHOUSEbowed, he crouched himself, acting instantly hispart—the part of a desolate man, widowed, bereft;and so called up before him in hosts people sym-pathising with him; staged for himself as he satin the boat, a little drama; which required of himdecrepitude and exhaustion and sorrow (he raisedhis hands and looked at the thinness of them,to confirm his dream) and then there was given himin abundance women’s sympathy, and he imaginedhow they would soothe him and sympathise withhim, and so getting in his dream some reflectionof the exquisite pleasure women’s sympathy was tohim, he sighed and said gently and mournfully,

But I beneath a rougher seaWas whelmed in deeper gulfs than he,so that the mournful words were heard quite clearlyby them all. Cam half started on her seat. It shockedher—it outraged her. The movement roused herfather; and he shuddered, and broke off, exclaim-ing: "Look! Look!" so urgently that James alsoturned his head to look over his shoulder at theisland. They all looked. They looked at the island.

But Cam could see nothing. She was thinkinghow all those paths and the lawn, thick and knottedwith the lives they had lived there, were gone: wererubbed out; were past; were unreal, and now this248
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