CHAPTER VIII.
"GOD'S IN HIS HEAVEN." Caius wondered how long he ought to wait if she did not come out to him.
He wondered if she would die of misery there alone in the sand-dune, or if she would go mad, and meet him in some fantastic humour, all the intelligence scorched out of her poor brain by the cruel words he had said.

He had a notion that she had wanted to say her prayers, and, although he did not believe in an answering Heaven, he did believe that prayers would comfort her, and he hoped that that was why she asked to be left.
When he thought of the terror in her eyes, he felt sanguine that she would come with him.

Now that he had seen her distress, it seemed to him worse than any notion he had preconceived of it.

It was right that she should go with him.

When she had once done that, he would stand between her and this man always.