Placing this improvised pillow on the sand near the rear of the cave, he said: "There is your bed, my Lady.

It is the very best in the hotel." "You are so good to me, Hugh,--much better than I thought you could be after--after--" "Please don't say what you started to say," he interrupted, his voice breaking suddenly.

He stood with his shoulder against one of the outer corners of the cave, she sitting quietly behind him.

At last he went on, as if the thought came slowly, "Lady Huntingford, forgive my selfishness.

I have been bewailing my own misfortune in a most unmanly way, while you have borne your loss bravely, thinking only to comfort me.