In an instant he caught me by the hand, and was dragging me up the stairs and down the companion, so that in another minute we were together in the boat, and he had told me that my father was on shore--thank God!--though with a broken thigh." Then some pages of the diary were taken up with the description of the twenty-four hours which she had spent on the open sea with himself, of their landing, dazed and exhausted, at the Dead Church, and her strange desire to explore it, their arrival at the Abbey, and her meeting with her father.

After these came a passage that may be quoted:-- "He is not handsome--I call him plain--with his projecting brow, large mouth, and untidy brown hair.

But notwithstanding his stoop and his thin hands, he looks a fine man, and, when they light up, his eyes are beautiful.

It was brave of him, too, very brave, although he thinks nothing of it, to come out alone to look for me like that.

I wonder what brought him?
I wonder if anything told his mind that I, a girl whom he had never seen, was really on the ship and in danger?
Perhaps--at any rate, he came, and the odd thing is that from the moment I saw him, and especially from the moment I heard his voice, I felt as though I had known him all my life.