On the stair was a little figure in rose and silver--very tiny, very fair, and no doubt the lawyer's daughter.
"I dare say it is," he told him, as one would say, "Now what the deuce of it ?" Prince Tabnit had risen to receive Olivia, and St.George had to see him extend his hand and assist her beside him upon the dais.

In the absence of her father she was obliged to stand alone.

Then the little figure in rose and silver and one of the daughters of the peers advanced and lifted her veil, and St.George wanted to shout with sudden exultation.

This then was she--so near, so near.

Surely no great harm could come to them so long as the sea and the mystery of the island no longer lay between them.