"So I am, my darling," she sobbed; "I would not make myself known for all the world. In time you will forget me and learn to be happy with some one else. I would not be so selfish as to let you know that I am living. He will love me dead--he will forget all my errors, and remember only that I cared for him so much more than any one can care. I little thought, a few weeks since, that so much happiness was in store for me. I have looked upon his face again; and I know that he speaks kindly of me. I shall never see him more, but my life will be brighter." The rest of that day passed like a tranquil dream; a deep sweet calm had fallen over her, the hot flush dried from her face, her eyes lost their unnatural brilliancy. Little Clara, looking at her governess, said: "How beautiful you are, Miss Holte! You look as though you had been talking to angels." "So I have," she replied; "the angels of comfort and peace." That night Hyacinth slept, and when she stood before her glass the next morning so much of her beauty had been restored to her that she blushed as she looked at herself. On this eventful morning Clara was not well. "Let us go down to the shore," she begged; "I cannot learn any lesson or do anything until we have been there." The young governess complied with the child's wish. It was not nine o'clock when they left the house. "The sea is rough this morning," said Clara. "Do you hear how hollow the sound of the waves is? I like high waves--they are all foam." They hurried down to the shore. The waves ran high; they broke on the sands in great sheets of foam; they seemed to be contesting with each other which should be highest and which should be swiftest. "I am sure they are playing, Miss Holte," cried the child, clapping her hands for joy. "Let us sit down and watch them." "I am afraid it is too cold for you to sit down; I must wrap you in my shawl and hold you in my arms, Clara." So they sat, the child crying out with delight when one wave higher than the others broke at their feet. The fresh salt breeze brought a lovely color into Hyacinth's face, and there were peace and serenity in the depths of her beautiful eyes. Governess and pupil were suddenly startled by seeing a gentleman hastening to them across the sands. The child sprung from the gentle arms that encircled her. "It is my brother," she cried, "my brother Aubrey!" The gentleman caught the little figure in his arms. "I thought it was a mermaid, Clara--upon my word I did. What are you doing here?" "We came to watch the waves--Miss Holte and I both love the waves." Sir Aubrey looked round, and with some difficulty repressed a cry of astonishment as his eyes fell upon Hyacinth's lovely face. He raised his hat and turned to his little sister. "You must introduce me, Clara," he said. The child smiled.