’Oh，nothing，sir，’Hannahreplied，lookingoutofthewindowwithsadapathy，’onlythatthere’sacomet，theysay。’
’AWHAT？’saidthedyingastronomer，startinguponhiselbow。
’Acomet——that’sall，MasterSwithin，’repeatedHannah，inalowervoice，fearingshehaddoneharminsomeway。
’Well，tellme，tellme！’criedSwithin。’IsitGambart’s？IsitCharlestheFifth’s，orHalley’s，orFaye’s，orwhose？’
’Hush！’saidshe，thinkingSt。Cleeveslightlydeliriousagain。