woman from the shallow, frivolous girl you knew during those days on
the Mediterranean."

"Shallow! frivolous!" he protested. "Anything but that, Miss
Genevieve! You must have known how vastly different were my--er--
impressions. If Lady Bayrose hadn't so suddenly shunted you off at
Aden to the Cape boat--Took me quite by surprise, I assure you. Had
you kept on to India, I had hoped to--er--"

She gave him a glance that checked his fast-mounting ardor.

"I--I beg pardon!" he apologized. "This of course is hardly the time--
About the others, if I may ask--that is, if it's not too painful for
you. I infer that Lady Bayrose--that she did not--reach the shore."

The girl's thorn-scarred, sun-blistered hands clasped together almost
convulsively. But she met his look of concern with unflinching
braveness.

"Poor dear Lady Bayrose!" she murmured. "They had put her and the
maids into one of the boats--there at the first, when the ship crashed
on the reef. They ran back to fetch me, but before they could rush me
across, a wave more terrible than all the others swept the ship. It
tore loose the boat and whirled them away, over and over!"

"Gad!" he exclaimed.

"It also carried away the captain and most of the crew. Between the
breakers, Winthrope and Tom and I were flung into the one remaining
boat. Winthrope cut the rope before the sailors could follow, and