"I thought that I was standing in such a spot in a fearful gale, and that the sea got under the foundations and washed the dead out of their graves." "Really, Miss Fregelius," he said, with some irritation, for the surroundings of the scene and his companion's talk were uncanny, "do you think this an occasion to explore ruins and relate nightmares ?" Then he added, "I beg your pardon, but I think that the cold and wet have affected your nerves; for my part, I have none left." "Perhaps; at least forgive me, I did so want to look," she answered humbly as, arm-in-arm, for she needed support, they passed from the altar to the door.
A grotesque imagination entered the numbed mind of Morris.

Their slow and miserable march turned itself to a vision of a bridal procession from the altar.

Wet, dishevelled, half-frozen, they two were the bride-groom and the bride, and the bride was a seer of visions, and the bridegroom was a dreamer of dreams.

Yes, and they came up together out of the bitter sea and the darkness, and they journeyed together to a vault of the dead---- Thank Heaven! they were out of the place, and above was the sun shining, and, to the right and left, the grey ocean and the purple plough-lands, cold-looking, suggesting dangers and labour, but wholesome all of them, and good to the eye of man.

Only why did this woman see visions, and why did he dream dreams?
And what was the meaning of their strange meeting upon the sea?
And what---- "Where are we going ?" asked Stella after a while and very faintly.
"Home; to the Abbey, I mean, where your father lies.