A faint smile had parted the corner of his lips, and he beckoned to Cecil, who came over at once to his side.

On the top of the sand-dyke two figures were walking slowly side by side.

Jeanne, with the wind blowing her skirts about her small shapely figure, was looking up all the time at the man who walked by her side, and who, against the empty background of sea and sky, seemed of a stature almost gigantic.
"Quite an idyll!" Forrest remarked with a little sneer.
Cecil bit his lip, and turned away without a word..