ful! What a lovely face, and what
an arm! It is very awful for her," and Lady Honoria shuddered again and
went.

Outside the door a small knot of sympathisers was still gathered,
notwithstanding the late hour and the badness of the weather.

"That's his wife," said one, and they opened to let her pass.

"Then why don't she stop with him?" asked a woman audibly. "If it had
been my husband I'd have sat and hugged him for an hour."

"Ay, you'd have killed him with your hugging, you would," somebody
answered.

Lady Honoria passed on. Suddenly a thick-set man emerged from the shadow
of the pines. She could not see his face, but he was wrapped in a large
cloak.

"Forgive me," he said in the hoarse voice of one struggling with
emotions which he was unable to conceal, "but you can tell me. Does she
still live?"

"Do you mean Miss Granger?" she asked.

"Yes, of course. Beatrice--Miss Granger?"

"They do not know, but they think----"

"Yes, yes--they think----"

"That she is dead."

The man said never a word. He dropped his head upon his breast and,
turning, vanished again into the shadow of the pines.

"How very odd," thought Lady Honoria as she walked rapidly along the
cliff towards her lodging. "I suppose that man must be in love with her.
Well, I do not wonder at it. I never saw such a face and arm. What a
picture that scene in the room would make! She saved Geoffrey and now
she's dead. If he had saved her I should not have wondered. It is like a
scene in a novel."

From all of which it will be seen that Lady Honoria was not wanting in
certain romantic and artistical perceptions.

CHAPTER V

ELIZABETH IS THANKFUL

Geoffrey, lying before the fire, newly hatched from death, had caught
some of the conversation between his wife and the assistant who had
recovered him to life. So she was gone, that brave, beautiful atheist
girl--gone to test the truth. And she had saved his life!

For some minutes the assistant did not enter. He was helping in another
room. At last he came.

"What did you say to Lady Honoria?" Geoffrey asked feebly. "Did you say
that Miss Granger had saved me?"

"Yes, Mr. Bingham; at least they tell me so. At any rate, when they
pulled her out of the water they pulled you after her. She had hold of
your hair."

"Great heavens!" he groaned, "and my weight must have dragged her down.
Is she dead, then?"

"We cannot quite say yet, not for certain. We think that she is."

"Pray God