Lillian wondered that her sister so often preferred lonely rambles, but she saw the beautiful face she loved so dearly grow brighter and happier, never dreaming the cause.
For many long days little thought of Hugh Fernely came to Beatrice.
Her mind ran always upon what he had told her--upon his description of what he had seen and heard.

He noted this, and waited with a patience born of love for the time when she should take an interest in him.
Words were weak in which to express the passionate love he felt for this beautiful and stately young girl.

It seemed to him like a fairy tale.

On the morning he first saw Beatrice he had been walking a long distance, and had lain down to rest on the cliffs.

There the beautiful vision had dawned upon him.