"This is capital," he said, glancing at her anxiously. "You are getting
quite yourself again."

"I shall never be myself again," she answered. "My old self is dead,
although the outside of me has recovered. Father, I suppose that it is
wrong, but I wish that I were dead too. I wish that he had taken me with
him when he jumped into the sea to lighten the boat."

"Don't speak like that," he broke in hastily. "Of course I know that I
am not much to you--how can I be after all that is past? But I love you,
dear, and if I were left quite alone again----" And he broke off.

"You shall not be left alone if I can help it," she replied, looking at
the old man with her dark and tender eyes. "We have only each other in
the world now, have we? The rest have gone, never to return."

He threw his arms about her, and, drawing her to him, kissed her
passionately.

"If only you could learn to love me!" he said.

"I do love you," she answered, "who now shall never love any other man
upon the earth."

This was the beginning of a deep affection which sprang up between Mr.
Clifford and his daughter, and continued to the end.

"Is there any news?" she asked a little later.

"None--none about him. The tide took his body away, no doubt, after the