at and support himself.

When the accident happened, Browning shouted to some boatmen farther up
the beach to come with a boat quickly, and, throwing off coat, vest and
shoes, he plunged in and swam toward where the boat capsized. Rose was
left on the beach, wringing her hands and crying. The accident was not
far from shore, and Jack was a strong swimmer. He reached the spot in
time to grasp the arm of the woman as she came to the surface. She was
half smothered by the water, and completely rattled, for the fear of
death was full upon her, so she madly clung to Browning. He made the best
struggle that he could, but the woman carried him under before the boat
arrived. As the two rose to the surface, the boatmen managed to seize
them and draw them into the boat, but the woman was senseless, and
Browning was almost so, and fearfully exhausted.

As the boat was rowed to the shore and Rose saw Browning lying limp and
helpless in it, she went off in a dead faint, and was so upset and
nervous that it was determined to return to London that evening. When out
of sight of the place and of the sea, she rapidly recovered, and was soon
her old self, but she reproached Jack, and with an adorable smile told
him she never would have believed that he would, on the very first
opportunity, go off, half kill himself for another woman, and compel her
to make such a spectacle of herself down on the beach before all those
villagers.

The old days began again in London; Browning and Rose were all in all to
each other, and Sedgwick and Grace were likewise in the seventh heaven of
love's ecstasy.

In Nevada parlance, Sedgwick would have wagered two to one with Browning,
on the measure of their respective happiness.

The happy couples visited every point of interest in and about London.

One day they went through Westminster Abbey. Sedgwick hardly spoke during
the visit, and as they entered the carriage to return home, Rose said:
"Mr. Sedgwick, I am disappointed; I thought our great national chamber of
death would greatly interest you."

"So did I," said Browning, "but I suppose a foreigner cannot understand
just how English-born people feel toward that spot."

Sedgwick smiled faintly, and said: "You mistake me, Miss Rose, and you
too, Jack. That Abbey is the only thing I have seen in England that I am
jealous or envious of. I see your great works and say to myself, 'We will
rival all that.' I read your best books and say of myself, 'they