At any rate the good-nature left his manner--his tone took to itself a sterner note.
"I came back," he said grimly.

"I should not have come back alone.

She was hard to save, too," he added, after a moment's pause.
"She is mad," Cecil muttered.

"A queer lot, all the Caynsards." "She is as sane as you or I," his brother answered.

"She does rash things, and she chooses to treat her life as though it were a matter of no consequence.