George took the glass again and raked the vessel. "How she does pitch!" he said. "There goes a wave slap over her bows. There's only two people on deck besides the steersman. There's a man lying down, and a--chap in a--cloak with a--Hooray!--it's Dob, by Jingo!" He clapped to the telescope and flung his arms round his mother. As for that lady, let us say what she did in the words of a favourite poet--"Dakruoen gelasasa." She was sure it was William. It could be no other. What she had said about hoping that he would not come was all hypocrisy. Of course he would come; what could he do else but come? She knew he would come.

"How she does pitch!" said George. "There goes a wave slap over her bows. There's only two people on deck besides the steersman. There's a man lying down, and a - chap in a cloak with a - it's Dob, by Jingo!" He flung his arms round his mother. Of course he would come; what else could he do but come? She knew he would come.
