Go a few yards down there and look at that man bent double in the summer house.
If you do that and can still cry out 'Who Cares ?' go on to the hour when everything will combine to make you care.

It can't be far away." "I'm Mrs.Gray.My husband won't be back for several days." Like the song of death the refrain of that line rose above the sound of the sea and of Alice's voice.

Joan could listen to nothing else.
And Alice caught the wounded look in the eyes of the girl in whom she had once had faith and was recompensed.

And having said all that she had had in her mind and more than she had meant to say, she turned on her heel, forced herself back into control and went smiling towards the group on the veranda.

And there Joan remained standing looking as though she had seen a ghost,--the ghost of happiness.
"Mrs.Gray,--and her husband Martin....