them to other thoughts.

"I must go back," she said. "I will go down to the shore and perhaps
will meet father. Oh! you don't know what I have suffered during these
last few days. I thought that perhaps I had driven you away and that
you would never come back--and then I had a silly idea that I would
watch your windows--and so I came----"

"Why! I have watched yours!" he cried--"often! Oh! we will have some
times!"

"But you must remember that there will be three of us," she answered.
"There is Robin!"

"Robin! Why, it will be splendid! You and Robin and I!"

"Poor Robin----" She laughed. "You don't know how I scolded him last
night. It was about you and I was unhappy. He is changing fast, and
it is because of you. He has come round----"

"We have all come round!" cried Harry. "He and you and I! Oh! this is
the beginning of the world for all of us--and I am forty-five! Will
you write to me later in the day? I cannot get down until to-night.
My father is very ill--I must be here. But write to me--a long
letter--it will be as though you were talking."

She laughed. "Yes, I'll write," she cried; then she looked at him
again--"I love you," she said, as though she were reciting her faith,
"because you are good, because you are strong, because--oh! for no
reason at all--just because you are you."

For a moment they watched the sea, and then again he took her in his
arms and held her as though he would never let her go--then she
vanished through the trees.

The house was waking into life as he re-entered it; servants were astir
at an early hour: he had been away such a little time, but the world
was another place. Every detail of the house--the stairs, the hall,
the windows, the clocks, the pot-pourri scent from the bowls of dried
roses, the dance of the dust in the light of the rising sun, was
presented to him now with a new meaning. He was glad that she had
stayed with him such a little while--it made it more precious, her
coming with the shadows in that grey of breaking skies and a mysterious
plunging sea, and then vanishing with the rising sun. Oh! they would
come down to earth soon enough!--let him keep that kiss, those few
words, her last smile as she vanished into the wood, like the visible
signs of the other world that had, at last, been allowed to him. The
vision of the Grail had passed from his eyes, but the memory of it was
to be his most sacred possession.

He went to his room, h