The lonely, sorrowful heart clung to that idea of the sea; it would be a companion, almost a friend to her. It had a voice that would speak to her, that would tell her of her love, lost forever, and that would whisper of the mysteries of life, so hard to understand. Lady Dartelle almost wondered at the rapt, sublime expression that came over the sweet, sad face. In another moment they were in the spacious entrance-hall, servants bowing, Lady Dartelle proud and patronizing. "You are tired, and will like to go to your room," she said. "King, show Miss Holte to her room." So for that one night the young girl escaped the ordeal she had dreaded--the introduction to the daughters of Lady Dartelle. Hyacinth rose early the next morning. She could not control her impatience to see the sea; it was as though some one she loved were waiting for her. After a few inquiries from one of the servants, she found her way to the shore; her whole heart went out in rapture to the restless waters. She sat down and watched the waves as they rolled in and broke on the shore. The smell of the salt breeze was delicious, the grand anthem of the waves was magnificent to hear; and as she sat there she wept--as she had not wept since her sorrow fell upon her--tears that eased her heart of its burning load, and that seemed to relieve her brain of its terrible pressure. Where was Adrian? The waves murmured his name. "My love, my lost, my own," they seemed to chant, as the murmur died along the shore. Where was he? Could it be that these same waves were chanting to him? "If I could only go to him," she said, "and fall sobbing at his feet, and tell him how I love him!" Presently she went back to the house, feeling better than she had felt for long months, and found, to her great relief, that none of the ladies were up yet. The servant who had attended to her the night before was in her room. "My name is Mary King, miss," she said, "and my lady told me I was to attend the school-room. Would you like to see it?" Millicent followed her and the girl led the way to a pretty little room that overlooked the woods. It was plainly furnished; but there was a piano, an easel, and plenty of books and flowers. "This is the school-room, miss," said the maid, "and my lady thought that, as Miss Clara will be here for only six hours during the day--that is, for study--it would answer as a sitting-room for you as well." Hyacinth desired nothing better than the grand old trees to look at. The maid wondered that she looked from the window instead of round the room. "I will bring you your breakfast at once, miss," said the girl. "Miss Clara takes hers with you." After breakfast Lady Dartelle came in with the written order of studies in her hand, and then Millicent found that her office was no sinecure. There was one thing pleasant--every day she must spend two hours out of doors with the young ladies in order to converse in French and Italian with them.