She sat up, pressing her hands to her throbbing temples,--for a moment she hardly knew where she was.

Then, with a sudden rush of recollection, she realised her surroundings--and smiled.

She was one of the richest women in the world!--and--without Angus--one of the poorest! "But he does not need me so much as I need him!" she said aloud--"A man has so many thing to live for; but a woman has only one--love!" She rose from the bed, trembling a little.

She thought she saw "old David" standing near the door,--how pale and cold he seemed!--what a sorrow there was in his eyes! She stretched out her arms to the fancied phantom.
"Don't,--don't be unhappy, David dear!" she said--"You meant all for the best--I know--I know! But even you, old as you were, tried to find some one to care for you--and you see--surely in Heaven you see how hard it is for me to have found that some one, and then to lose him! But you must not grieve!--it will be all right!" Mechanically she smoothed her tumbled hair--and taking up Charlie from the bed where he was anxiously watching her, she went into the kitchen.
A small fire was burning low--and she lit the lamp and set it on the table.

A gust of wind rushed round the house, shaking the door and the window, then swept away again with a plaintive cry,--and pausing to listen, she heard the low, thunderous boom of the sea.