Jeanne sighed as she watched, and the thoughts came crowding into her head.

It was a restful country this, a country of timeworn, mouldering grey churches, and of immemorial landmarks, a country where everything seemed fixed and restful, everything except the sea.

A wave of self pity swept over her.

After all she had lived a very little time to know so much unhappiness.

Worse than all, this morning she was filled with apprehensions.