losed eyelids were the merry
eyes that looked up from the water at the boat she dived from two days
since; those lips are the lips the man who stands beside her kissed
but yesterday for the first time. The memory of that kiss is on him
now as he wipes the sea-slime from them and takes the first prompt
steps for their salvation.

The old Scotch doctor, who came in a moment later, wondered at the
resolute decision and energy Vereker was showing. He had been told
credibly of the circumstances of the case, and gave way on technical
points connected with resuscitation, surrendering views he would
otherwise have contended for about Marshall Hall's and Silvester's
respective systems. Perhaps one reason for this was that auscultation
of the heart convinced him that the case was hopeless, and he may
have reflected that if any other method than Dr. Vereker's was used
that gentleman was sure to believe the patient might have been saved.
Better leave him to himself.

* * * * *

Rosalind returned to her dressing, after Dr. Conrad walked away from
the house, with a feeling--not a logical one--that now she need not
hurry. Why having spoken with him and forwarded him on to look for
Sally and Gerry should make any difference was not at all clear,
and she did not account to herself for it. She accepted it as an
occurrence that put her somehow in touch with the events of the
day--made her a part of what was going on elsewhere. She had felt
lapsed, for the moment, when, waking suddenly to advanced daylight,
she had gone first to her husband's room and then to Sally's, and
found both empty. The few words spoken from her window with her
recently determined son-in-law had switched on her current again,
metaphorically speaking.

So she took matters easily, and was at rest about her husband, in
spite of the episode of the previous evening--rather, we should have
said, of the small hours of that morning. The fact is, it was her
first sleep she had waked from, an unusually long and sound one
after severe tension, and in the ordinary course of events she would
probably have gone to sleep again. Instead, she had got up at once,
and gone to her husband's room to relieve her mind about him.
A momentary anxiety at finding it empty disappeared when she found
Sally's empty also; but by that time she was effectually waked, and
rang for Mrs. Lobjoit and the hot water.

If Mrs. Lobjoit, when she appeared with it, had b