The ambiguous words struck home to guilty consciences, and Huish and the captain sat up in their places and regarded him with a scare. 'Worth what?' said Davis. 'A hundred and twelve shillings,' replied Attwater. The captain breathed hard for a moment. He reached out far and wide to find any coherency in these remarks; then, with a great effort, changed the subject. 'I allow we are about the first white men upon this island, sir,' said he. Attwater followed him at once, and with entire gravity, to the new ground. 'Myself and Dr Symonds excepted, I should say the only ones,' he returned. 'And yet who can tell? In the course of the ages someone may have lived here, and we sometimes think that someone must. The cocoa palms grow all round the island, which is scarce like nature's planting. We found besides, when we landed, an unmistakable cairn upon the beach; use unknown; but probably erected in the hope of gratifying some mumbo jumbo whose very name is forgotten, by some thick-witted gentry whose very bones are lost. Then the island (witness the Directory) has been twice reported; and since my tenancy, we have had two wrecks, both derelict. The rest is conjecture.' 'Dr Symonds is your partner, I guess?' said Davis. 'A dear fellow, Symonds! How he would regret it, if he knew you had been here!' said Attwater. ''E's on the Trinity 'All, ain't he?' asked Huish. 'And if you could tell me where the Trinity 'All was, you would confer a favour, Mr Whish!' was the reply. 'I suppose she has a native crew?' said Davis. 'Since the secret has been kept ten years, one would suppose she had,' replied Attwater. 'Well, now, see 'ere!' said Huish. 'You have everything about you in no end style, and no mistake, but I tell you it wouldn't do for me. Too much of “the old rustic bridge by the mill”; too retired, by 'alf. Give me the sound of Bow Bells!' 'You must not think it was always so,' replied Attwater, 'This was once a busy shore, although now, hark! you can hear the solitude. I find it stimulating. And talking of the sound of bells, kindly follow a little experiment of mine in silence.' There was a silver bell at his right hand to call the servants; he made them a sign to stand still, struck the bell with force, and leaned eagerly forward. The note rose clear and strong; it rang out clear and far into the night and over the deserted island; it died into the distance until there only lingered in the porches of the ear a vibration that was sound no longer. 'Empty houses, empty sea, solitary beaches!' said Attwater. 'And yet God hears the bell! And yet we sit in this verandah on a lighted stage with all heaven for spectators! And you call that solitude?' There followed a bar of silence, during which the captain sat mesmerised.