His answer was lost upon her, for she stood on the beach, under
the cliff, looking at the water. The shimmering turquoise blue
was slowly changing to grey, and a single sea gull circled
overhead.

He made two or three observations, to which Ruth paid no
attention. "My Lady Disdain," he said, with assumed anxiety,
"don't you think we'd better go on? I don't know what time the
tide comes in, and I never could look your aunt in the face if I
had drowned her only relative."

"Very well," she replied carelessly, "let's go around the other
way."

They followed the beach until they came to the other side of the
hill, but found no path leading back to civilisation, though the
ascent could easily be made.

"People have been here before," he said; "here are some initials
cut into this stone. What are they? I can't see."

Ruth stooped to look at the granite boulder he indicated. "J.
H.," she answered, "and J. B."

"It's incomplete," he objected; "there should be a heart with an
arrow run through it."

"You can fix it to suit yourself," Ruth returned, coolly, "I
don't think anybody will mind." She did not hear his reply, for