The meeting was easily arranged. On the next morning, long before Wenna's daily round of duties had commenced, the two sisters left the inn, and went over the bridge and out to the bold promontory of black rock at the mouth of the harbor. There was nobody about. This October morning was more like a summer day: the air was mild and still, the blue sky without a cloud; the shining sea plashed around the rocks with the soft murmuring noise of a July calm. It was on these rocks long ago that Wenna Rosewarne had pledged herself to become the wife of Mr. Roscorla; and at that time life had seemed to her, if not brilliant and beautiful, at least grateful and peaceful. Now all the peace had gone out of it. "Oh, my darling!" Trelyon said when she advanced alone toward him--for Mabyn had withdrawn--"it is so good of you to come! Wenna, what has frightened you?" He had seized both her hands in his, but she took them away again. For one brief second her eyes had met his, and there was a sort of wistful and despairing kindliness in them: then she stood before him, with her face turned away from him, and her voice low and tremulous. "I did wish to see you--for once, for the last time," she said. "If you had gone away, you would have carried with you cruel thoughts of me. I wish to ask your forgiveness--" "My forgiveness?" "Yes, for all that you may have suffered, and for all that may trouble you in the future--not in the long future, but for the little time you will remember what has taken place here. Mr. Trelyon, I--I did not know. Indeed, it is all a mystery to me now, and a great misery." Her lips began to quiver, but she controlled herself. "And surely it will only be for a short time, if you think of it at all. You are young--you have all the world before you. When you go away among other people, and see all the different things that interest a young man, you will soon forget whatever has happened here." "And you say that to me," he said, "and you said the other night that you loved me! It is nothing, then, for people who love each other to go away and be consoled, and never see each other again?" Again the lips quivered: he had no idea of the terrible effort that was needed to keep this girl calm. "I did say that," she said. "And it was true?" he broke in. "It was true then--it is true now: that is all the misery of it," she exclaimed, with tears starting to her eyes. "And you talk of our being separated for ever!" he cried. "No, not if I can help it. Mabyn has told me of all your scruples: they are not worth looking at. I tell you you are no more bound to that man than Mabyn is, and that isn't much. If he is such a mean hound as to insist on your marrying him, then I will appeal to your father and mother, and they must prevent him. Or I will go to him myself and settle the matter in a shorter way."