Then she spoke again.
"Was he washed ashore ?" "No, no.

You saved his life.

You had hold of him when they pulled you out.

Now drink this and go to sleep." Beatrice smiled sweetly, but said nothing.

Then she drank as much of the draught as she could, and shortly afterwards obeyed the last injunction also, and went to sleep.
Meanwhile a rumour of this wonderful recovery had escaped to without the house--passing from one watcher to the other till at length it reached the ears of the solitary man crouched in the shadow of the pines.