I shall perhaps be fortunate enough to find you at home to-morrow." He did not wait for my answer, for Lady Angela looked back, and he hastened to her side.

He seemed in no hurry, however, to leave the place.

The evening was cloudy and unusually dark.

A north wind was tearing through the grove of stunted firs, and the roar of the incoming sea filled the air with muffled thunder.

The Prince looked about him with a little grimace.
"It is indeed a lonely spot," he remarked.