expect I am going home in these trousers? Perhaps
your mother'll pay me for a new pair, eh? And give you a jolly good
thrashing for tumbling in? Here's half a crown for you, you young
ruffian! and if I catch you on these rocks again, I'll throw you in
and let you swim for it: see if I don't."

He walked up to the carriage, shaking himself, and putting on his coat
as he went with great difficulty: "Mrs. Rosewarne, I must walk back: I
can't think of--"

He uttered a short cry. Wenna was lying as one dead in her mother's
arms, Mrs. Rosewarne vainly endeavoring to revive her. He rushed down
the rocks again to a pool and soaked his handkerchief in the water:
then he went hurriedly back to the carriage and put the cold
handkerchief on her temples and on her face.

"Oh, Mr. Trelyon, do go away or you will get your death of cold," Mrs.
Rosewarne said. "Leave Wenna to me. See, there is a gentleman who will
lend you his horse, and you will get to your hotel directly."

He did not even answer her. His own face was about as pale as that of
the girl before him, and hers was that of a corpse. But by and by
strange tremors passed through her frame: her hands tightened their
grip of her mother's arm, and with a sort of shudder she opened her
eyes and fearfully looked around. She caught sight of the young man
standing there: she scarcely seemed to recognize him for a moment. And
then, with a quick nervous action, she caught at his hand and kissed
it twice, hurriedly and wildly: then she turned to her mother, hid her
face in her bosom and burst into a flood of tears. Probably the girl
scarcely knew all that had taken place, but her two companions, in
silence and with a great apprehension filling their hearts, saw and
recognized the story she had told.

"Mr. Trelyon," said Mrs. Rosewarne, "you must not remain here."

Mechanically he obeyed her. The gentleman who had been riding along
the road had dismounted, and, fearing some accident had occurred, had
come forward to offer his assistance. When he was told how matters
stood, he at once gave Trelyon his horse to ride in to Penzance; and
then the carriage was driven off also at a considerably less rapid
pace.

That evening, Trelyon, having got into warm clothes and dined, went
along to ask how Wenna was. His heart beat hurriedly as he knocked at
the door. He had intended merely making the inquiry and coming away
again, but the servant said that Mrs. Rosewarne wished to see him.

H