make? So far as I can see, it only gives us one more good subject to
quarrel about!"

Then out of the dimness came a queer little sound, whether of tears or
of laughter it was impossible to know. For the least part of a second a
hand brushed his own.

"Oh, no!" she whispered, "Let's not do that. It wouldn't be right! And
see," she laughed tremulously, "Isn't it strange I should have found it
today, but," she lifted the white thing in her lap, "here is Wildenai's
wedding dress--and the chain of garnets!"

The cavern was quite dark before they had finished talking about it, but
at length they laid the poor little ghost of a garment reverently back
among the stones and rose to go.

"But the necklace?" Blair asked, hesitating, "do you think we ought to
leave that here?"

The girl considered a moment.

"It's really yours," she decided. "Nobody else could have the least
claim to it."

"Except--" Suddenly his eyes shone with a strange expression before
which the little art teacher instinctively shrank. He took a step toward
her.

"I believe I'll give the garnets back," he announced. "I fancy that's
what the princess would have liked to do if she'd had the chance.
Besides," his eyes grew still darker, "they were meant in the first
place for a wedding gift, and so if you--"

He would have clasped them about her neck, but Miss Hastings backed
frantically away.

"No!--not for worlds," she cried. "You know you're only saying it
because you think you can't get out of it!" And before he could realize
just what was happening, she was gone.

The boat for Los Angeles was unusually crowded that night. For either
this reason, or some other she would not acknowledge, Miss Hastings
found herself pushed aside by more impatient passengers every time she
attempted to enter the gangway.

"All aboard!" called a peremptory voice from somewhere on deck. She took
a step forward, hesitated, drew back. The plank was hauled irrevocably
away, and she turned to face Blair standing just behind her on the
wharf.

"I was sure you wouldn't run away," he declared, "but if you had--!"

She let him lead her back along the broad boardwalk toward the hotel
until they stood within the shadow of the huge boulder which for
centuries has marked the outer boundary of the Bay of Moons. Beyond them
the lights of the St. Catherine glimmered down the hill and on over the
water, rimming with golden bubbles the outlines of the pier.

"Wildenai!"