ded by hurting her horribly.

"I'll take that basket of flowers across to the 'Convalescent' now, I
think," she said, rising abruptly from her seat by the fire.

Selwyn nodded, mentally anathematizing himself for having driven
her thoughts inward, and Molly, who had developed amazingly of late,
tactfully refrained from offering to accompany her.

The Convalescent Hospital, situated on the crest of a hill above
the town, was a huge mansion which had been originally built by a
millionaire named Rattray, who, coming afterwards to financial grief,
had found himself too poor to live in it when it was completed. It had
been frankly impossible as a dwelling for any one less richly dowered
with this world's goods, and, in consequence, when the place was thrown
on the market, no purchaser would be found for it--since Monkshaven
offered no attraction to millionaires in general.

Since then it had been known as Rattray's Folly, and it was not until
Audrey cast covetous eyes upon it for her convalescent soldiers that the
"Folly" had served any purpose other than that of a warning to people
not to purchase boots too big for them.

A short cut from Sunnyside to the hospital lay through Crabtree Moor,
and as Sara took her way across the rough strip of moorland, dotted with
clumps of gorse and heather, her thoughts flew back to that day when
she and Garth had encountered Black Brady there, and to the ridiculous
quarrel which had ensued in consequence of Garth's refusal to condone
the man's offence. For days they had not spoken to each other.

Looking backward, how utterly insignificant seemed that petty
disagreement now! Had she but known the bitter separation that must
come, she would have let no trifling difference, such as this had been,
rob her of a single precious moment of their friendship.

She wondered if she and Garth would ever meet again. She had been back
in Monkshaven for some weeks now, but he had studiously avoided meeting
her, shutting himself up within the solitude of Far End.

And then, with her thoughts still centred round the man she loved, she
lifted her eyes and saw him standing quite close to her. He was leaning
against a gate which gave egress from the moor into an adjacent pasture
field towards which her steps were bent. His arms, loosely folded,
rested upon the top of the gate, and he was looking away from her
towards the distant vista of sea and cliff. Evidently he had not heard
her light footsteps on