Half-way down the length of the room he and Clara met one another face to face.

A new light sparkled in the poor wretch's eyes; a cry of recognition burst from his lips.

He flung one hand up wildly in the air.

"Found!" he shouted, and rushed out to the beach before any of the men present could stop him.
Mrs.Crayford put her arms round Clara and held her up.

She had not made a movement: she had not spoken a word.