happy when I leave you!"

"You don't get enough fresh air," he answered evasively. "And this is
just the season of the year when you most need it."

She made no more demur, and putting on the simple straw hat, which,
plainly trimmed with a soft knot of navy-blue ribbon, was all her summer
head-gear, she left the house with Reay. After a while, Helmsley also
went out for his usual lonely ramble on the shore, from whence he could
see the frowning rampart of the "Giant's Castle" above him, though it
was impossible to discern any person who might be standing at its
summit, on account of the perpendicular crags that intervened. From both
shore and rocky height the scene was magnificent. The sun, dipping
slowly down towards the sea, shot rays of glory around itself in an
aureole of gold, which, darting far upwards, and spreading from north to
south, pierced the drifting masses of floating fleecy cloud like arrows,
and transfigured their whiteness to splendid hues of fiery rose and
glowing amethyst, while just between the falling Star of Day and the
ocean, a rift appeared of smooth and delicate watery green, touched here
and there with flecks of palest pink and ardent violet. Up on the
parapet of the "Giant's Castle," all this loyal panoply of festal colour
was seen at its best, sweeping in widening waves across the whole
surface of the Heavens; and there was a curious stillness everywhere, as
though earth itself were conscious of a sudden and intense awe. Standing
on the dizzy edge of her favourite point of vantage, Mary Deane gazed
upon the sublime spectacle with eyes so passionately tender in their
far-away expression, that, to Angus Reay, who watched those eyes with
much more rapt admiration than he bestowed upon the splendour of the
sunset, they looked like the eyes of some angel, who, seeing heaven all
at once revealed, recognised her native home, and with the recognition,
was prepared for immediate flight And on the impulse which gave him this
fantastic thought, he said softly--

"Don't go away, Miss Mary! Stay with us--with me--as long as you can!"

She turned her head and looked at him, smiling.

"Why, what do you mean? I'm not going away anywhere--who told you that I
was?"

"No one,"--and Angus drew a little nearer to her--"But just now you
seemed so much a part of the sea and the sky, leaning forward and giving
yourself entirely over to the glory of the moment, that I felt as if you
might float away from me al