No sooner were they out of sight than Geoffrey rose to his feet. He felt that he must ascertain at once whether that girl was Marion or not. The face was hers, the figure hers, but that voice--never! He would find out, he would know, he would---- Then he paused. He came over the knoll of the irregular cliff and there strolling towards him in her white dress and straw hat was Marion. She was gathering gorse and did not see him until he was close upon her. The pause gave Geoffrey time to recover from his absolute amazement. So that creature had not been Marion after all. A deep sigh of thankfulness rose to his lips. The sense of relief was almost painful. By the time that Marion became conscious of his presence he had recovered his presence of mind. Marion plainly could know nothing about her double and he was not going to tell her. "I heard you were here, Geoff," she said. "Jessop told me so just now. Are you going home?" Geoffrey nodded; he had no words for the present. "It is so lovely," Marion went on. "I am quite proud of my courage in coming alone. Do you see anything else here?" "Nothing but rabbits," Geoffrey replied, "and few of them to-day. You are the only human being I have seen since I started." Then they walked home chattering gayly together. Geoffrey felt his suspicions falling away from him one by one; indeed he was feeling somewhat ashamed of himself. To doubt Marion on any ground was ridiculous; to doubt the evidence of his own senses was more absurd still. Thank God he had met Marion. All the same there were things to tell Ralph Ravenspur. He, at any rate, must know all that had been heard that morning. Ralph was seated in his room with his everlasting pipe in his mouth, much as if he had not moved since breakfast. "I have news for you, uncle," Geoffrey said as he entered the room. "Of course you have, my boy. I knew that directly I heard your step on the stair. I hope you have stumbled on something of importance." "Well, that is for you to say. I saw Mrs. May. She came quite close to me on the cliffs. She had a companion. When I looked through my glasses I saw it was Marion." Ralph did not start. He merely smiled. "Not our Marion," he said. "Not our dear little girl." "Of course not. Singular that you should have our love of and faith in Marion when you have never seen her. I had my glasses and I could have sworn it was Marion. Then they came close enough for me to hear them speak, and I knew that I was mistaken. It was not Marion's voice. Besides, I met the real Marion a few minutes later dressed in her white dress and hat." "So that is settled. What did the other girl wear?" "A loose blue dress. A serge, I should say." "And her hat?" "A Scottish thing--what they call a tam-o'-shanter."