You have tried to bury it in your soul, and you have failed.

It is your remorse that has driven you to make so many attempts against the only living souls who knew and understood.

If ever we get safely to land once more--and God knows it is not likely--I give you still the chance of repairing the mischief you have done, and of clearing my father's memory from the cruel stain which you and only you can wipe away." Sebastian lay long, silent once more, gazing up at her fixedly, with the foggy, white moonlight shining upon his bright, inscrutable eyes.

"You are a brave woman, Maisie Yorke-Bannerman," he said, at last, slowly; "a very brave woman.

I will try to live--I too--for a purpose of my own.