settlement, and there is no one who looks like you. Sometimes I
think that you are the owner of that old castle where I lived. If
that is so I must tell you the castle was destroyed by the storm."

"I don't know of whom you speak."

"I don't understand how you know my name, Haggart. But I don't want
to deceive you. Although my wife Mariet calls me so, I invented that
name myself. I have another name--my real name--of which no one has
ever heard here."

"I know your other name also, Haggart. I know your third name, too,
which even you do not know. But it is hardly worth speaking of this.
You had better look into this dark sea and tell me about your life.
Is it true that it is so joyous? They say that you are forever
smiling. They say that you are the bravest and most handsome
fisherman on the coast. And they also say that you love your wife
Mariet very dearly."

"O sir!" exclaims Haggart with restraint, "my life is so sad that
you could not find an image like it in this dark deep. O sir! my
sufferings are so deep that you could not find a more terrible place
in this dark abyss."

"What is the cause of your sorrow and your sufferings, Haggart?"

"Life, sir. Here your noble and sad eyes look in the same direction
my eyes look--into this terrible, dark distance. Tell me, then, what
is stirring there? What is resting and waiting there, what is silent
there, what is screaming and singing and complaining there in its own