Presently a large vessel, with new sails, beautiful white hull, and gracious form, came slowly round a point.

She shaded her eyes to look at it.
"Why, it's the boat Maitre Ranulph was to launch to-day," she said.

Then she stopped suddenly.

"Poor Ranulph--poor Ro!" she added gently.

She knew that he cared for her--loved her.