Why?' said I. I had been watching him for not more than a minute. Look,' he answered, and I saw that the dead sea mist had risen out Of the lifeless sea and wrapped us while my back had been turned. The pencils Of the Light marched staggeringly across tilted ?oors of white cloud. From the balcony round the light-room the white walls of the lighthouse ran down into swirling, smoking space. The noise Of the tide coming in very lazily over the rocks was choked down to a thick drawl.