human
Ha, ha! I thought I saw it, exactly, sir, in _that_ direction; _pray_ look more carefully, sir, my old eyes tire, and fail me.
gpt
No, ma'am, positively nothing there. How long ago is it since you first saw it?
human
Ten--twenty--minutes, it must be.
gpt
A yawl will run a good way in that time, ma'am, said Tom with a little shake of his head, and a smile.
human
The yawl they had at Ware last year would make eight knots an hour in this breeze, light as it is. She might have been up to Bryll by this time, or down to Pendrewist, but there's no sail, ma'am, either way.
gpt
Oh! sir, are you very sure?
human
Quite sure, ma'am. No sail in sight, except that brig just making the head of Pendillion, and that can't be the sail you saw, for she wasn't in sight twenty minutes since. There's nothing more, ma'am, except boats at anchor.
gpt
Thank you, sir, said the lady, still looking across the water, and with a deep sigh.
human
No, I suppose there's none. It sometimes happens to me--fancy, I suppose, and long expectation, from my window, looking out. It's a clear view, between the trees, across the bay to Pendillion; my eyes tire, I think; and so I fancy I see it. Knowing, that is, feeling so very sure, it will come again. Another disappointment for a foolish old woman. I sometimes think it's all a dream. She had turned and was now stumbling over the large loose stones toward the door.
gpt
Foolish dreams--foolish head--foolish old head, yet, sir, it _may_ be that which goes away may come back, all except life. I've been looking out that way, and she turned and moved her hand towards the distant headlands.
human
You see nothing?
gpt
No _sail_, ma'am,
human
No, no sail,
gpt
A little longer--another wait; wait patiently. Oh! God, how slowly years and months go over!
human
May I see you to the door, ma'am?