But to-morrow he himself would be gone from the Salcombe estuary, and Ethne would be on her way to the Irish Channel and Donegal.

It was not worth while to argue against Mrs.Adair's slanders.

Besides, he was close upon the stile which separated the garden of The Pool from the fields.

Once across that stile, he would be free of Mrs.Adair.

He contented himself with saying quietly:-- "You are not just to Ethne." At that simple utterance the madness of Mrs.Adair went from her.