ome words that passed between your father and myself when he
lay upon his death-bed, to the effect that, should we both wish it, he
trusted to my honour to remarry you formally as soon as an opportunity
might arise.

"Now the opportunity is here, and I ask you if you desire to take me for
your husband, as, above everything in the world, I desire to make you my
beloved wife."

She coloured to her beautiful eyes and answered in a voice that was
almost a whisper:

"If you wish it and think me worthy of you, Leonard, you know that
I wish it also. I have always loved you, dear, yes, even when I was
behaving worst to you; but there is--Jane Beach!"

"I have told you before, Juanna," he answered with some little
irritation, "and now I tell you again, that Jane Beach and I have done
with each other."

"I am sure that I am very glad to hear it," Juanna replied, still
somewhat dubiously. The rest of that conversation, being of a private
character, will scarcely interest the public.

When he spoke thus, Leonard little knew after what fashion Jane Beach
and he had wound up their old love affair.

Two days later Leonard Outram took Juanna Rodd to wife, "to have and to
hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and
in health, to love and to cherish till death did them part," and their
rescuer, Sydney Wallace, who by now had become their fast friend, gave
her away.

Very curious were the memories that passed through Juanna's mind as
she stood by her husband's side in the little grass-roofed chapel of
Blantyre, for was this not the third time that she had been married, and
now only of her own free will? She bethought her of that wild scene in
the slave camp; of Francisco who died to save her, and of the blessing
which he had called down upon her and this very man; of that other
scene in the rock prison, when, to protect Leonard's life, she was
wed, according to the custom of the Children of the Mist, to that
true-hearted gentleman and savage, Olfan, their king. Then she awoke
with a happy sigh to know that the lover at her side could never be
taken from her again until death claimed one of them.

"We shall be dreadfully poor, Leonard," she said to him afterwards; "it
would have been much better for you, dear, if I had fallen into the gulf
instead of the rubies."

"I am not of your opinion, love," he answered with a smile for he was
very happy. "Hang the rubies! Your price is far above rubies, and no m