She said nothing, however, and for a while they stood side by side looking seawards across the breadth of the island.

The ground stretched away broken into little hollows and little hills,--downs in vignette.

A cheery yellow light streamed from the windows of a cottage in a dip of the grass; the slates of a roof glistened from a group of sycamores like a mirror in a dark frame; the whole island lay bared to the moonlight.
Towards the edge of it the land rose upwards to a ridge, but there was a cleft in the ridge opposite to where they stood, and through the cleft they looked downwards to the sea.
Clarice spoke of the moonbeams broken into sparkles by the ripple of the water.
'Like a shoal of silver coins,' said Drake.
'Wouldn't you like to hear them clink ?' she asked petulantly.
Then he said: 'Miss Le Mesurier'-- and the change in his voice made the girl turn swiftly to face him--'I leave Sark to-morrow morning by the early boat, so I thought I would say good-bye to you to-night.' 'But you are coming back,' she said quickly; 'I shall see you, of course, when you come back.

What takes you away ?' 'There's some land in Matanga which bounds my concession on the north, and I want to get hold of it.

It's, I believe, quite as good, and may be better, than mine, and I know that some people are after it.