ed Horseshoe Cove at low water, and Jim Airth spent hours
cutting the hurried niches into proper steps, so as to leave a staircase
to the ledge, up which people, who chanced in future to be caught by the
tide, might climb to safety. Myra sat on the beach and watched him, her
eyes alight with tender memories; but she absolutely refused to mount
again.

"No, Jim," she said; "not until we come here on our honeymoon. Then, if
you wish, you shall take your wife back to the place where we passed
those wonderful hours. But not now."

Jim, who expected always to have his own way, unless he was given
excellent reasons in black and white for not having it, was about to
expostulate and insist, when he saw tears on her lashes and a quiver of
the sweet smiling lips, and gave in at once without further question.

They hired a tent, and pitched it on the shore at Tregarth, Myra
telegraphed for a bathing-dress, and Jim went into the sea in his
flannels and tried to teach her to swim, holding her up beneath her chin
and saying; "One, two! ONE, TWO!" far louder than Myra had ever had it
said to her before. Thus, amid much splashing and laughter, Lady Ingleby
accomplished her swim of ten yards.

Miss Murgatroyd was shocked; nay, more than shocked. Miss Murgatroyd was
scandalised! She took to her bed forthwith, expecting Miss Eliza and Miss
Susannah to follow her example--in the spirit, if not to the letter. But,
released from Amelia's personal supervision, romantic little Susie led
Eliza astray; and the two took a furtive and fearful joy in seeing all
they could of the "goings on" of the couple who had boldly converted the
prosaic Cornish hotel into a land of excitement and romance.

From the moment when on the morning after their adventure, Myra, with
yellow roses in the belt of her white gown, had swept into the
coffee-room at five minutes past nine, saying: "My dear Jim, have I kept
you waiting? I hope the coffee is not cold?"--all life had seemed
transformed to Miss Susie. Turning quickly, she had caught the look Jim
Airth gave to the lovely woman who took her place opposite him at his
hitherto lonely table, and, still smiling into his eyes, lifted the
coffee-pot.

Amelia's stern whisper had recalled her to her senses, and prevented any
further glancing round; but she had heard Myra say: "I forgot your sugar,
Jim. One lump, or two?" and Jim Airth's reply: "As usual, thanks, dear,"
not knowing, that with a silent twinkle of fun,