"How do you do, Mr. Green? My name is Moore--Miss Moore. Will you allow me to thank you for saving my life?" Her voice throbbed a little; tears and laughter were almost equally near the surface at that moment. She was extremely disgusted with herself for her lack of composure. Then again, as his hand grasped hers, she forgot to criticize. "I say, please don't!" he said. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. It was jolly plucky of you to stand your ground with those hooligans from the mine." "But I didn't stand my ground," she pointed out. "I went over. It was a most undignified proceeding, wasn't it?" "No, it wasn't," he declared. "You did it awfully well. I wish I'd been nearer to you, but I couldn't possibly get up in time." "Oh, I think you were more useful where you were," she said, "thank you all the same. I must have gone clean to the bottom otherwise. I thought I had." She caught back an involuntary shudder, and in a moment the hand that held hers closed unceremoniously and drew her further from the edge of the cliff. "You are sure you are none the worse, now?" he said. "Not giddy or anything?" "No, not anything," she said. But she was glad of his hold none the less, and he seemed to know it, for he kept her hand firmly clasped. "You must let me see you back," he said. "Where are you staying?" "At Mrs. Rickett's," she told him. "The village smithy, you know." "I know," he said. "Down at Little Shale, you mean. You've come some way, haven't you?" "It was such a lovely night," she said, "and Columbus wanted a walk. I got led on, I didn't know I was likely to meet anyone." "It's the short cut to High Shale," he said. "There is always the chance of meeting these fellows along here. You'd be safer going the other way." "But I like the furze bushes and the nightingale," she said regretfully, "and the exquisite wildness of it. It is not nearly so nice the other way." He laughed. "No, but it's safer. Come this way as much as you like in the morning, but go the other way at night!" He turned with the words, and began to lead her down the path. She went with him as one who responds instinctively to a power unquestioned. The magic of the night was closing about her again. She heard the voice of the nightingale thrilling through the silence. "This is the most wonderful place I have ever seen," she said at last in a tone of awe. "Is it?" he said. His lack of enthusiasm surprised her. "Don't you think so too?" she said. "Doesn't it seem wonderful to you?" He glanced out to sea for a moment. "You see I live here," he said. "Yes, it's quite a beautiful place. But it isn't always like this. It's primitive. It can be savage. You wouldn't like it always." "I'm thinking of settling down here all the same," said Juliet. He stopped short in the path. "Are you really?" She nodded with a smile. "You seem surprised. Why shouldn't I? Isn't there room for one more?"