"A moment," answered Cicely, putting her other hand on Paul's arm, as if to hold his attention. "And then she said: 'Don't you remember that we escaped through the woods to the north point, and that you tried to push off the boat, and couldn't. Don't you remember that gleam of the candle down the dark road?'" Eve made an involuntary movement. "I wonder what candle she could have been thinking of!" pursued Cicely, in a musing voice. "There are a great many candles in the Catholic churches, that I know." Eve looked across at Paul with triumph in her eyes. "And she said that a baby climbed up by one of the seats," Cicely went on. "And that this man--I don't know who he was, exactly--made a dash forward--" Here she lost the thread, and stopped. Then she began again: "She took me away ever so far--we went in a steamboat; and Ferdie died all alone! You _can't_ like her for that, Paul; you can't!" Her face altered. "Why don't I see him over there on the other beach?" she asked, quickly. "You see?" said Eve, with trembling lips. "Yes," answered Paul, watching the quivering motion. "We haven't had our walk, Eve; remember that." "I can come out again. After we have got her back." Cicely had ceased speaking. She turned and searched Eve's face with eyes that dwelt and lingered. "How happy you look, Eve! And yet I am sure you have no right to be happy, I am sure there is some reason--The trouble is that I can't remember what it is! Perhaps it will come to me yet," she added, threateningly. Paul, drew her away; he took her back to the camp. That evening, Eve came to him on the beach. "Do you love me? Do you love me the same as ever?" she said. He could scarcely hear her. "Do you think I have had time to change since afternoon?" he asked, laughing. And then life came back to the woman by his side, came in the red that flushed her cheeks and her white throat, in her revived breath. "Paul," she said, after a while, "send Cicely home; send her home with her grandfather, she can travel now without danger." "I can't desert Cicely," said Paul, surprised. "It wouldn't be desertion; you can always help her. And she would be much happier there than here." "She's not going to be very happy anywhere, I am afraid." "The judge would be happier, too," said Eve, shifting her ground. "I dare say. Poor old man!" "A winter in Port aux Pins would kill him," Eve continued. "I intended to take them south before the real winter, the deep snow." "Mrs. Mile could go now. And--and perhaps Mr. Hollis." "Kit? What could Kit do down there?" "Marry Miss Sabrina," suggested Eve, with a sudden burst of wild laughter, in which Paul joined. "They are all to go, are they? But you and I are not to go; is that your plan?" he went on. "Yes." He kissed her. "Paul Tennant and his wife will take Cicely south themselves," he said, stroking her hair caressingly. "It's always braided so closely, Eve; how long is it when down?"