“There are the lights at Warrenpoint,” she ran on. “Isn’t it odd to think that the people there are going about just as usual; and next summer the Pierrots will come again, and we shall all be so far away? The mountains look specially beautiful to-night, don’t they? My dear Mourne Mountains, it’s just as if they put on their very best dresses, to look their nicest for our sake. I’m quite sure they’re sorry, Jack. They’re just awfully sorry, but they can’t say it. You see they’ve watched us grow up, and we must have amused them a good deal at times. They know all about that first rabbit we shot, when we stole daddy’s gun. How proud we were, weren’t we? And they were so angry at home, instead of delighted as we thought they ought to be, when we carried in the trophies of our big game expedition. You were Selous, you know, and I was Captain Bailey. We had been reading about them just before. I expect they know about every time we have got capsized in the loch, and each time we were lost and nearly got in bogs, and just all about everything. Good-by again!” and she waved her handkerchief slowly. A bitter sea wind struck them. “You’ll catch cold,” said Jack. “Come in.” “All right,” and she turned away. At the entrance to the salon she looked back once more. “Good-by,” she said softly to the night. “Good-by, daddy’s grave—try and keep nice. Daddy himself will be in London with me.” CHAPTER XXIII Gwendoline Carew. Lawrence Blake found Calcutta even more to his liking than he expected. When he left England what conscience he possessed pricked him rather severely, but when he reached India he was able to plunge into a round of gaieties that left him little enough time to think. Still, whenever he remembered Eileen he felt the same twinge. He recognised that she was not quite like other girls. She had not in any way laid herself open to the blow he had dealt her, and she had certainly not led him on. All through she had been just her own natural self, and he could not but know this only placed his conduct in a still less pleasant light. It would have been nothing to be proud of with any girl, but it does sometimes happen that a man is not wholly to blame when he has gone further than he meant.