"My nerves are a little overstrung, I fancy.

You said the house was locked up for the night, I think ?" "Everything bolted and barred," said Thalassa, and left the room.
He returned downstairs to the kitchen, where he wandered restlessly about, occasionally pausing to look out of the window into the darkness of the night.

The rain had ceased, but the wind blew fiercely, and the sea thundered at the foot of the cliffs.

The gloom outside was thinning, and as Thalassa glanced out his eye lighted on a strange shape among the rocks.

To his imagination it appeared to have something of the semblance of a man's form standing motionless, watching the house.
Thalassa remained near the window staring out at the object.