Farther down were Grace and Veath.
Suddenly turning in their direction, Hugh perceived that they were not there; nor were they anywhere in sight.

He was pondering over their whereabouts, his eyes still on the vacant chairs, when a voice tender and musical assailed his ears--a voice which he had heard but once before.
"Good-evening, Mr.Veath." He wheeled about and found himself staring at the smiling face of the young lady who had fallen into his arms but a few hours before.
"Good-evening," he stammered, amazed by her unexpected greeting.
"Have--have you fully recovered from your fall ?" "I was quite over it in a moment or two.

I wanted to ask you if you were hurt by the force with which I fell against you." She stood with one hand upon the rail, quite close to him, the moonlight playing upon her upturned face.

He never had seen a more perfect picture of airy grace and beauty in his life.
"Why mention an impossibility?
You could not have hurt me in a fall ten times as great." His tall figure straightened and his eyes gleamed chivalrously.

The young woman's dark, mysterious eyes swept over him for a second, resting at last upon those which looked admiringly into them from above.
She made a movement as if to pass on, gravely smiling a farewell.
"I beg your pardon," he said hastily.