"Try it to-day." "No, no," answered Harry, gravely; "one must be quite alone for that, and beneath the moonlight." On Morven Point, a grand old promontory, which pushed out many a yard to meet the encroaching waves, and battled with long before they reached the main land, they sat and watched the sunsets; looked down upon the busy hive of men that worked upon the slate quarry beneath, or gazed upon the ships that tacked and wore to make Turlock Haven.

There was a tower on this place, half ruined and with broken steps, up which they climbed together on one occasion, and stood supporting one another upon its dizzy top.

There lay around them a splendid prospect of sea and land, but they were looking into one another's eyes, and yet they did not speak of that which was nearest to their hearts.

It was a topic to be avoided as long as possible.

They only enjoyed these blissful opportunities--they had only been permitted to thus stroll out together alone and unsuspected--upon the tacit understanding that no such thing as love could exist between them.