good, honest dog, or beast, and he will howl. You will say that he
knows no music--he does, but he can't bear falsehood. Here is music.
Listen!"

He takes Mariet by the hand and turns her roughly, her face toward
the ocean.

"Do you hear? This is music. Your Dan has robbed the sea and the
wind. No, he is worse than a thief, he is a deceiver! He should be
hanged on a sailyard--your Dan! Good-bye!"

He goes, but after taking two steps he turns around.

"I said good-bye to you. Go home. Let this fool play alone. Well, go."

Mariet is silent, motionless. Haggart laughs:

"Are you afraid perhaps that I have forgotten your name? I remember
it. Your name is Mariet. Go, Mariet."

She says softly:

"I have seen your ship."

Haggart advances to her quickly and bends down. His face is terrible.

"It is not true. When?"

"Last evening."