"How Robin admired those flowers yesterday," she said to herself. "I think I can see him now as he stood beside them, looking back at me with his own bright, happy smile. Shall I never see him run to meet me again--my precious little son!" As she spoke, she heard the click of the garden gate, and there, right before her on the path, was Robin himself--a pale, rather dishevelled Robin, it is true, but there was no doubt about the reality of the sight. Madelaine felt almost delirious with joy as she held him in her arms, and showered kisses upon his cheeks, his hands, his hair. She could scarcely believe that the terrible dream of the night had passed away, and that her treasure had been restored to her again. "Mother," he said, looking anxiously up into her face, "I wish you would go to Julius. I’m sure he is very ill, he looks so funny, and he is talking such nonsense too. I couldn’t get him even to sit up." "Where is he, Robin, and what have you been doing with yourselves all this time?" "I was afraid you’d be worrying about us," answered the boy. "I wanted to come on to you at once, after we had got rested a little in the cottage, but the wind was so bad, I really don’t think I could have walked along the cliff by myself, even if it had been daylight. Then my clothes were so sopping wet, old Timothy made me take them off and get into his bed. I was dreadfully tired, mother, and I fell asleep in about a minute, and didn’t wake up until it was morning." "Old Timothy!" repeated Mrs. Power. "Have you been in his house all night, then?" "Yes," replied Robin, "but I don’t think it’s at all safe for him and Julius to be there now. A great piece of the wall fell down just as it began to get light. I rather fancy it was that which woke me. There is only one end of the cottage left, and a big hole came in the ceiling of the kitchen just as I was going out at the door." Mrs. Power rose to her feet. "I must go to the village at once and rouse the men," she said. "The rest of the house may fall at any minute. Oh, Robin my boy, to think what you have escaped! It makes me shudder, even to imagine it!" "It was nothing to the awful time we had upon the beach, before we got into shelter," answered the child, "but I’ll tell you all about it, mother, after you come back. I do so want you to go and look at Julius." Leaving Robin to be fed and cared for by Mrs. Sheppard, Madelaine Power sallied forth without further delay. Only one or two were stirring in the hamlet at that early hour, but among these she gladly recognized Benjamin Green as he opportunely issued from "The Bull." He had wakened that morning with a strange feeling of guilt upon his conscience. It seemed to lie like a heavy burden, not to be easily shaken off. For a moment he was unable to account for such an unwonted sensation, when suddenly recollection returned to him, and leaping up, he hastily put on his clothes.