Come what might he would not go in; he would stay there till daybreak.

He liked the roar of the fog-horns.

He pulled himself together and began to walk up and down like an officer on watch.
Another vessel was coming in behind the other, huge and mysterious.

An English India-man, homeward bound.
He saw several more come in, one after another, out of the impenetrable vapour.

Then, as the damp became quite intolerable, Pierre set out towards the town.