And then Raymond smiled more to himself, and again pressing the hand of the weeping Sophie, he drew Hagar’s arm within his own, and left the house. Hagar had thrown a large cloak over her head and shoulders, and Raymond hoisted a large umbrella—Tarquinius Superbus strutting before them with his arms full of small packets, &c. They arrived at the beach—stood upon the sand, with the rain pouring down from above, and the tide hurrying against their feet below as the boat from the packet was rowed towards them. He turned and looked in her face—all its expression was turned inwards, it was so pale, cold, blank. “_Ah! I said so_,” thought Raymond, “relenting little queen!” He could not take a lover’s leave of her there—not before the rough boatmen, who were devouring them with their eyes—but he took her hand and pressed it; oh! it was so cold and clammy! pressed it to his lips— “Farewell, dear Hagar!” No answer. “Good-by, Hagar. Do you hear me? I say, farewell!” “Yes! Good-by!” said she, almost wildly. “Well, it is _indeed_ good-by, then, Hagar?” “Yes! Good-by!” gulped Hagar. He was disappointed—oh! how deeply—he stooped, however, and said— “Hagar, I did not think that you would have held out so firmly thus long; now! quick! in mercy to me—in mercy to yourself—tell me to stay—it is not too late—put your hand in mine—that will be enough!” Hagar withdrew both hands. “Boat waitin’, zur!” now broke in the hoarse voice of the waterman. “Well, Hagar? Well?” “Good-by!” “Is that all?” “Yes! Good-by!” He caught her—he could not help it then—he strained her to his bosom, and kissed her—the boatmen might laugh, he did not see them—and tore himself away, stepped into the skiff, and was rowed to the packet. Soon the packet had resumed its course down the bay; and the rain poured down as she stood there, with Tarquinius holding the umbrella over her head. How pale, and cold, and still she stood, with all the fire of her temperament concentrated in her gaze, which burned upon the sails of the receding packet, until it was lost, even to her falcon glance, while the rain poured down around her, and the waves washed up to her. At last, “just to see the obstinacy of men!” she said; and turning, wandered listlessly home. * * * * *