She leaned over the rail of the promenade and waved her hand to the others, who clambered up the shingle to meet her.
"Scarcely seen you yet, my dear, have I ?" Sir Henry observed.
He stooped and kissed her forehead, a salute which she suffered without response.

Helen pointed to the wreck.
"It doesn't seem possible, does it," she said, "that men's lives should have been lost in that little space.

Two men were drowned, they say, through the breaking of the rope.

They recovered the bodies this morning." "Everything else seems to have been washed on shore except my coat," Sir Henry grumbled.

"I was down here at daylight, looking for it." "Your coat!" Philippa repeated scornfully.