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some of that last money I've been making—I'd like to do someone a good turn. Do you think it would be easy? I don't mean just give it away to the first Tom, Dick, of Harry who thinks he wants it—there are plenty of them, You don't happen to know of a man, woman, or child to whom a certain amount of money would mean the difference between heaven and hell? There must be such people in the world somewhere. Wouldn't you like to set some fellow, who wasn't quite a bad one, on his

legs, or give some woman, who was very much in need of it, happiness—if money could do it."

She did not answer, but I fancy she pressed the hand which was holding hers, and I stole off. I did not dare to stay longer for fear I really should be intruding.

I walked as far away from them as I could get, to the other end of the terrace, where I was a witness of quite a different scene. There was Mr. Armitage, standing close up against the sea-wall, looking out across the night-black sea; and somehow his attitude told me that it could not be blacker than his mood: I passed a little distance from him and sat on the wall itself. I wondered how long he would stay. I did not wish to intrude—I had neatly been intruding at the other end—but I did not wish to go; I had a tight to be somewhere. After a while he turned, and I thought he was going; then out of the darkness there came—I knew no more than he did from where—the figure of a woman. When she saw him she stopped, and he stopped also. There was a lamp close to the sea-wall which let me see their faces, and how, at the sight of each other, they changed. Then I saw each pair of lips form at the same moment a Christian name—"Cecil!" "Margery!" and in an instant they were in each other's arms. I had to stop and look at them, because this was the girl I had met on the quay, to whom I had