CHAPTER VI

THE WAVE--SILENCE Early in the afternoon the misty rain slipped away, and a world was revealed of faint pale colour and a saffron light shed by a dim sun. Hans had his meal all to himself in his new little sitting-room. He had cold beef, salad, potatoes in their jackets and blackberry and apple tart and thick yellow cream. Mrs. Iglesias served it and never exchanged a syllable with him while he ate. He had discovered _Robinson Crusoe_ in the kitchen; he read it, the volume propped up against the jug of water. After…