She sees him on the iceberg now, at the mercy of the bitterest enemy he has on earth.

She sees him drifting--over the black water, through the ashy light.
"Wake, Frank! wake and defend yourself! Richard Wardour knows that I love you--Richard Wardour's vengeance will take your life! Wake, Frank--wake! You are drifting to your death!" A low groan of horror bursts from her, sinister and terrible to hear.

"Drifting! drifting!" she whispers to herself--"drifting to his death!" Her glassy eyes suddenly soften--then close.

A long shudder runs through her.

A faint flush shows itself on the deadly pallor of her face, and fades again.