speak of Cape Cod would come and ask her to tell him of its people, and
she would find he was Danny. She would be the means of restoring him to
his parents.

And then, she and Richard on some of their treasure-hunting expeditions
which they were still planning every time they met, would unearth a
casket some dark night by the light of a fitful lantern, and inside would
be a confession written by the man who had really stolen the money,
saying that Dan Darcy was innocent. And Uncle Darcy and Aunt Elspeth
would be so heavenly glad--The tears came to Georgina's eyes as she
pictured the scene in the little house in Fishburn Court, it came to her
so vividly.

The clock downstairs struck twelve, but still she went on with the
pleasing pictures moving through her mind as they had moved across the
films earlier in the evening. The last one was a combination of what she
had seen there and what Belle had told her.

She was sitting beside a silver sea across which a silver moon was making
a wonderful shining path of silver ripples, and somebody was telling her--
what Emmett had told Belle ten years ago. And she knew past all doubting
that if that shadowy somebody beside her should die, she would carry the
memory of him to her grave as Belle was doing. It seemed such a sweet,
sad way to live that she thought it would be more interesting to have her
life like that, than to have it go along like the lives of all the
married people of her acquaintance. And if _he_ had a father like
Emmett's father she would cling to him as Belle did, and go to see him
often and take the part of a real daughter to him. But she wouldn't want
him to be like Belle's "Father Potter." He was an old fisherman, too
crippled to follow the sea any longer, so now he was just a mender of