I want to be alone a little while." Once more the Young Doctor felt the trembling appeal of her palm as on the first day they met, and he gripped her hand warmly.
"It will all come right.

Good-night, my dear," he said cheerfully.

"Have a good sleep on it." Louise remained in the garden alone, the moon shining on her face lifted to the sky.

For a moment she stood so, wrapped in the peace of the night, but her body was almost panting from the thrill of the legend which Patsy Kernaghan had told.

As he had meant it to do, it gave her hope; although before her eyes was the picture that Patsy had drawn of Black Brian with his great sword beside him lying on the sands, waiting for the hungry sea to claim him.
Presently there stole through the warm air of the night the sound of her own name.