This was the strain:--
"Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left."
Here the fragment stopped, because Shirley's song, erewhile somewhat full and thrilling, had become delicately faint.
"Go on," said she.
"Then you go on too. I was only repeating 'The Castaway.'"
"I know. If you can remember it all, say it all."

"'Obscurest night involved the sky,
The Atlantic billows roared,
When such a destined wretch as I,
Washed headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.'"
Here she stopped.
"Go on," said Shirley.
"I was only repeating 'The Castaway.'"
"I know. If you can remember it, say it all."
