She was going to show Girolamo the big waves from the causeway bridge before going on to church; they had a good half-hour.

She experienced no surprise at seeing Michael, only asking about his night journey's uncomfortableness, and then she turned to Henry: "Come and join us there by the high parapet, Henry, as soon as you have taken Mr.Arranstoun up to Sabine.

She has not come out of her wing yet; but I know that she is dressed and in her sitting-room," and smiling merrily, she took Girolamo's little hand and went her way.
There was no sound when the two men reached Sabine's sitting-room door.
Henry knocked gently, but no answer came; so he opened it and looked in.
Great fires burned in the wide chimneys and his flowers gave forth sweet scent, but the Lady of Heronac was absent, or so it seemed.
"Come in, Michael, and wait," Henry said; and then, from the embrasure of the far window, they heard a stifled exclamation, and saw that Sabine was indeed there after all, and had risen from the floor, where she had been kneeling by the window-seat looking out upon the waves.
Her face was deadly pale and showed signs of a night's vigil, but when she caught sight of Michael it was as though the sun had emerged from a cloud, so radiant grew her eyes.

She stood quite still, waiting until they advanced near to her down the long room, and then she steadied herself against the back of a tall chair.
"Sabine," Henry said, "I want you to be very happy on this Christmas day, and so I have brought your husband back to you.

All these foolish divorce proceedings are going to be stopped, and you and he can settle all your differences, together, dear--" then, as a glad cry forced itself from Sabine's lips--his voice broke with emotion.