What could Jeff do? He forgot his prudent resolves. He forgot his weakness because his strength seemed to have suddenly returned. He sprang up, intending to comfort the poor girl in a brotherly sort of way. Somehow--he never could clearly remember how--he had her seated on the rock beside him, with his arm round her waist and her head on his shoulder. A few moments later--he never could tell how many--the wickedness of his conduct came down upon Jeff like a thunderbolt. He removed his arm, drew away from her about three inches, and looked in her surprised face with a solemn, self-condemned expression. "Forgive me, Rose," he said, in the deep, hollow voice which had become natural to him since his illness began; "my love for you proved too strong to be restrained just now: but believe me, I had fully made up my mind never to open my lips to you on the subject; for what right have I, a helpless, and, I fear, hopeless, invalid, to dare to aspire--" There must have been something peculiar in the very slight, almost pathetic, smile which overspread the tearful face of Rose at that moment: for the arm was suddenly replaced, the three inches were reduced to nothing, the fair head again rested on the once stalwart shoulder, and thus they remained until the cavern was filled with the sounds:-- "Hi! Ho! Hallo! Rose--Rosebud ahoy! That girl would worry any man to death! Where are you? Hi! Ship ahoy! Hallo-o-o!" We need scarcely remark that Rose did not wait for the last stentorian halloo! Bounding from her lover's side, she ran to meet her father--red at first and then pale--exclaiming, "Oh! father I've found him!" "Found who, child?" "Jeff--I mean Mister--" "Not dead?" exclaimed the Captain, interrupting with awful solemnity. He was answered by the invalid himself coming out of the cavern, and wishing him good-morning with a confused and guilty air. "Well now," said Captain Millet after a moment's pause, while he glanced from the one to the other, "this beats the polar regions all to sticks and stivers. Rose, my dear, you go round the p'int, an' wait by the dog-cart till I come to 'ee." "So, young man," he said, turning sternly to Jeff, "you've bin cruisin' after my little girl without leave."