I was within sight of my fate! My steps faltered as I neared the grim arches, and once I stopped and tried to plan how I should act and what I should say. But I could think of nothing, and mustering all my courage and invoking the god of luck, I went on. In a few minutes I stood within the shadow of the gray and crumbling walls, undecided which way to turn. Picking my way over fallen masonry, I turned the corner of a huge pile which seemed as if it might crash to earth at any moment. And then I saw her! She was seated at an easel, a small canvas in front of her. Her hat was lying on a rock near by, and the breeze had toyingiy disarranged the dark tresses of her hair. She was looking out over the ocean, a brush idly poised in her hand. I saw the profile of her sweet face as I stood motionless for an instant, not five yards away. "Grace!" I softly said. That easel with its unfinished canvas was tipped to the rocks as with a startled cry she sprang to her feet. For one agonising moment I gazed into her startled eyes and saw her quivering lips. [Illustration: "And then I saw her!"] "Jack!" she cried, and we were in each other's arms. I cannot write what we did or said during the first sweet minutes which followed, for I do not know. I only know that we told each other the most rapturous news which comes to mortal ears. Oh, the wonder of it! We lived and we loved! This great earth with its blue-domed sky, its fields, its flowers and its heaving seas became ours to enjoy "till death us do part!" There we sat amid the ruins where kings and queens had been born; where they had lived, loved and died centuries agone. Their ashes mingled with the dust from which they sprang; of their pomp and splendour naught remained save the walls which crumbled over our heads; since their time the world had been born anew, but the god of Love who came to them now smiled on us, his heart as youthful, his figure as beautiful and his ardour as strong as when he whispered sweet words into the ears of the lovers who dwelt in Eden. I had forgotten that we ever had quarrelled. As we sat there looking out on the sea it seemed as if we had always known of each other's love. "Sweetheart," I asked, "when did you first know that I loved you?" "When I became angry at you," she replied. "When you became angry at me?" I repeated, and then the thought of the anguish through which I had passed recalled itself. "Darling!" I exclaimed, "why did you treat me so? What had I done? Sweetheart, you do not know how I have suffered!" "But you must have known all the time that I loved you," she said, a strange smile on her lips. "How could I know?" I faltered.