"We will sail with you round by Soroe,--it is weird and dark and grand; but I think it is beautiful.

And there are many stories of the elves and berg-folk, who are said to dwell there among the deep ravines.

Have you heard about the berg-folk ?" she continued, addressing herself to Errington, unaware of the effort he was making to appear cool and composed in her presence.

"No?
Then I must tell you to-morrow." They all walked out of the house into the porch, and while her father was interchanging farewells with the others, she looked at Sir Philip's grave face with some solicitude.
"I am afraid you are very tired, my friend ?" she asked softly, "or your head aches,--and you suffer ?" He caught her hands swiftly and raised them to his lips.
"Would you care much,--would you care at all, if I suffered ?" he murmured in a low tone.
Then before she could speak or move, he let go her hands again, and turned with his usual easy courtesy to Gueldmar.

"Then we may expect you without fail to-morrow, sir! Good night!" "Good night, my lad!" And with many hearty salutations the young men took their departure, raising their hats to Thelma as they turned down the winding path to the shore.