“Something of the same feeling was in my own mind,” replied her husband. “Mr. Cameron invited me to accompany them to the Heights, but although I knew that I would be sure of a welcome from your old pupil, I declined his courtesy. It seemed to me like an unwarrantable intrusion upon the husband and wife in the first hours of their reunion.” “Yes, for although they have been married five years, this is really their honey-moon. Talbot Strangemore is a bride-groom, Nina a bride,” assented his wife. “So I decided to remain on the yacht as my patient seemed recovering very fast from his sudden attack of indisposition,” continued the doctor. “They all went away to Selwyn Heights without me, I spent a day and night very pleasantly with my books and the captain of the yacht. The next night I grew rather restless, thinking of you and baby alone and lonely at home, and I heartily wished that Mr. Mason would dismiss me from attendance upon him that I might return to you.” Minnie nestled nearer to his side to kiss his bearded cheek fondly in return for his tender words. “I talked to the captain until quite late last night, then I went on deck to smoke before retiring. I suppose it was quite midnight then. I walked up and down and gazed at the lights gleaming from the windows of Selwyn Heights, far away on its high bluff, and I thought of the sweet young mistress of the place whom my little wife loved so dearly, and I hoped in my heart that she was as happy with her husband as you and I are, my darling.” “Yes,” Mrs. Fielding answered, with a sigh of infinite content. “I do not know what it was that made me suddenly turn my eyes from the bluff to the shore,” he continued, “But it is certain that some influence in the air, some unaccountable premonition, moved me to do so. Then all in a flash as it seemed to my startled senses, Minnie, I beheld a slight, dark figure spring from the shore and fall into the water with a loud, terrible splash. Then it disappeared an instant in the depths of the waves.” Mrs. Fielding shuddered through all her plump, pretty frame. “Oh, poor Nina!” she cried, with the tears raining down her cheeks, and Doctor Fielding after a thoughtful pause again resumed his story: “I gave a cry of alarm that brought Captain Travers rushing to my side. We immediately lowered a little boat from the side of the yacht and went to the rescue of the would-be suicide. As she came back to the surface from her terrible plunge I seized her skirts and drew her into the boat. She was already unconscious but not dead. We took her on board the yacht, and what was my horror and amaze when I discovered in that desperate creature the lovely and wealthy Mrs. Strangemore, your former pupil and friend.” Mrs. Fielding rocking her baby on her bosom, could only murmur over and over: “Oh, poor little Nina, poor little Nina!”