And so, till before us rose a grim portal which I knew well to be the gate of Dunluce.
The sight of that familiar entry recalled to my mind the great burden on my heart.
"Jeannette," said I, as she bent beside me.

"What of Ludar ?" "We hope, dear Humphrey, thine is not the only life saved from the wreck." "Is he heard of?
And the maiden-- ?" I asked.
"I know not.

Till you named him just now, no one knew he was with you.
But now the soldier and the poet have gone to seek news.

And my dear mistress, I think, waits here." "She is here?
How come you both in Dunluce ?" I asked.
"The old McDonnell will not allow the maiden out of his sight, so dearly he loves her," said Jeannette.
As soon as I was laid in a bed, and my broken arm set by the castle leech, I revived quickly.

And as I did so, the load on my heart concerning Ludar grew so heavy, that not even the presence of Jeannette could banish it.
I begged to see the maiden.
'Twas wonderful to see her as she came in, stately and beautiful as ever, betraying only in the pallor of her cheeks the terrible anguish that possessed her.
She came and kissed me like a sister, and then, laying her hand in Jeannette's, tears came to her eyes as she gave us joy of our happy meeting, after so much peril.
"Maiden," said I, "we know no happiness while you stand thus desolate.
But Ludar lives.