Britomarte sat gazing with something like calm enjoyment upon the exceeding beauty of the scene. Sleeping, or forgotten in this quiet hour, seemed all her sorrows. Judith gradually fell to nodding and snoring. She was awakened with a vengeance. A grim footstep came crunching through the pebbles on the beach. With a scream, Judith started to her feet. Miss Conyers also arose and listened. And almost at the same instant Justin Rosenthal appeared before them. “Lord kape us—it’s his sperit!” gasped Judith, who was too panic-stricken to turn and fly; but stood with her face blanched as white as snow, and her mouth and eyes distended with terror. Almost as much amazed stood Justin and Britomarte, gazing upon each other in incredulous astonishment and unspeakable joy! For an instant they stood thus, and then their joy broke forth: “Saved! Oh, thank God! thank God!” exclaimed Justin, holding out his arms toward her. She extended her hands. She could not speak; the overwhelming tide of joy had deprived her of the power. But he caught her to his bosom; and she dropped her head upon his shoulders, and burst into a passion of tears and sobs. “Oh, my own! my own!” he cried; “my beloved! my peerless treasure! This is the very happiest moment of my life! How cheaply purchased with shipwreck and the loss of everything else!” Still she sobbed upon his shoulder, unable to make any other reply. “You are with me! I have you, and I care for nothing that can befall me that does not part us!” he continued. “And I’m left out in the cowld entirely,” said Judith, who had gradually recovered from her panic, and recognized the apparition as Mr. Rosenthal in the flesh. “Britomarte! Love! love! Do you know how happy I am? Speak to me, love! I have not heard the sound of your voice yet, except in sobs. Speak to me, my own, only love!” whispered Justin. “Oh, I am so glad, so glad, that you are saved! Oh, thank God! thank God! Oh, in what words can I thank God enough!” exclaimed Britomarte, with an emotion that shook her whole delicate frame. He caught her closer to his bosom, and bent down his head over hers until his lips touched her forehead and his auburn locks mingled with her dark brown tresses. “God bless you for every sweet word you have spoken, oh, my dearest! my dearest!” he murmured. But it was not until her great passion of joy had somewhat exhausted itself that she recollected herself, and gently attempted to withdraw from his embrace. But of course he held her fast; until at length she said, ever so kindly, but ever so firmly: “Let me go, please. I am not quite sane, I think. Oh, I am so glad, so glad you are safe! Thank God with all my heart and soul! Oh, thank Him forever and ever! I do not care that I am shipwrecked on this foreign shore now!” she added, earnestly. “Nor I; not one whit. I rather like it,” agreed Justin, as he sat her down upon a ledge of rocks and took a seat by her side.