A mist is rising from the water, and the shore is growing grey and heavy as the light in the west recedes and night creeps in from the ocean.

She watches the waves and the mist till all is mist without; a scene which she had watched, how often she could not count.

The night closes in entirely upon her, but she does not move.

At last the door of the room opens and some one enters and closes it again.

"My daughter!" says an anxious voice.