She made him feel the power of her sex,--a power invincible when strengthened by modesty and reserve,--and the easy licence which modern women, particularly those of a degraded aristocracy, permit to men in both conversation and behaviour nowadays, would have found no opportunity of being exercised in her presence.

So, though his impulse moved him to catch her round the waist and draw her with forcible tenderness away from the dizzy eminence on which she stood, he dared not presume so far, and merely contented himself with a bounding stride which brought him to the same point of danger as herself, and the breathless exclamation-- "Miss Mary! Take care!" She smiled.
"Oh, there is nothing to be frightened of!" she said.

"Often and often I have come here quite alone and looked down upon the sea in all weathers.
Just after my father's death, this used to be the place I loved best, where I could feel that I was all by myself with God, who alone understood my sadness.

At night, when the moon is at the full, it is very beautiful here.

One looks down into the water and sees a world of waving light, and then, looking up to the sky, there is a heaven of stars!--and all the weary ways of life are forgotten! The angels seem so near!" A silent agreement with this latter statement shone in Reay's eyes as he looked at her.
"It's good sometimes to find a woman who still believes in angels," he said.
"Don't _you_ believe in them ?" "Implicitly,--with all my heart and soul!" And again his eyes were eloquent.
A wave of rosy colour flitted over her face, and shading her eyes from the strong glare of the sun, she gazed across the sea.
"I wish dear old David could see this glorious sight!" she said.