should be left behind, she gathered up in her hand the corners of
her handkerchief, containing specimens of the shells, plants, and
fossils which the locality produced, started off to the sands, and
mingled with the knots of visitors there congregated from other
interesting points around; from the inn, the cottages, and hired
conveyances that had returned from short drives inland. They all
went aboard by the primitive plan of a narrow plank on two wheels
--the women being assisted by a rope. Cytherea lingered till the
very last, reluctant to follow, and looking alternately at the boat
and the valley behind. Her delay provoked a remark from Captain
Jacobs, a thickset man of hybrid stains, resulting from the mixed
effects of fire and water, peculiar to sailors where engines are
the propelling power.

'Now then, missy, if you please. I am sorry to tell 'ee our time's
up. Who are you looking for, miss?'

'My brother--he has walked a short distance inland; he must be here
directly. Could you wait for him--just a minute?'

'Really, I am afraid not, m'm.' Cytherea looked at the stout,
round-faced man, and at the vessel, with a light in her eyes so
expressive of her own opinion being the same, on reflection, as his,
and with such resignation, too, that, from an instinctive feeling of
pride at being able to prove himself more humane than he was thought
to be--works of supererogation are the only sacrifices that entice
in this way--and that at a very small cost, he delayed the boat till
some among the passengers began to murmur.

'There, never mind,' said Cytherea decisively. 'Go on without me--I