-is it wonderful that for some moments he could
think of no one else, look at nothing but the face of his only child?

Jack remained quite still lest he should disturb them, his eyes on the
distant hills; he would not, even unnoticed, intrude on their meeting.
It was enough that he had seen a light--radiant, beautiful--break over
his 'Little Missie's' face before he turned away.

There was a swift question and answer after the silence, and then Lord
Lynwood, recovering himself, spoke.

'How can I thank you, my good fellow?' he said, holding out his hand to
Jack.

'No thanks required, thank you, sir' returned the sailor, gravely; 'but
if you'd be so kind as to tell me where I can find Mr. Peet, the
gardener?'

It sounded so very commonplace that Lord Lynwood gave a laugh.

'Do you think he will be more grateful than we are?'

'I want no gratitude, sir,' replied Jack, gruffly; 'it is not for that I
want him. If you wish to thank anybody, sir, it is my mother, who has
nursed the little Missie through a terrible time.'

'Father,' said Estelle, who could scarcely speak even yet, and was
clinging to her father's hand, as his arm rested round her shoulders,
'this is the dearest fellow that ever lived, and I have been cruel to
forget him while I was so happy. But for him---- '

'Come now, Missie,' broke in Jack, turning red and pale alternately. His
changing colour reminded Estelle that this day, so full of joy to her,
must be one of acute pain to him.

'I know why he wants Peet,' she said, a shadow crossing her face. She
was puzzled as to her duty in the matter.

'Do not stop my daughter,' said Lord Lynwood; 'I want to hear all that
her kind and good friends have done for her. You must come up to the
house and let my aunt, Lady Coke, see you. You will be bringing back new
life to her with the restoration of my little girl. We should like,
also, to ask you,' he continued, in a courteous tone, 'how it is that
you have not been able to bring back the child before this?'

'I lost my memory, Father,' cried Estelle. 'I was always trying to
remember my name, and who I was, but I could not. Then I had a
dream--the night when Jack would go out to sea, that kept coming back to
me, but still I could not put a name to anybody. Suddenly I saw Thomas,
and dreadful things happened, from all of which Jack saved me; and then
it all came to me, and I told Jack who I was, and where I lived. Then he
brought me back at once.'

Lord