"I wanted to drown, I was hungry to go to the bottom, to be washed away to the end of the ocean, anywhere but here with you when you thought you were saving her.

You had forgotten that I existed until that awful moment in the breakers.

I heard her cry out to you as we went overboard.

All through the night I heard that cry of 'Hugh! Hugh!' It was worse than the worst of deaths!" At the mention of Grace's piteous cry, even though heard in imagination, Hugh sank limply to the rock, his mouth falling open and his eyes bulging forth in agony.

Every drop of blood in his veins seemed frozen with the realization that he had deserted her in that hour when she had most needed him, that he had left her to go down to death without being by her side, that she had cried out to him for help,--had reached out to him in agony.