Still clinging to him, she laid her head softly on his breast. She had never done such a thing in my presence before, and I knew how deeply she must be moved. `I will spare you', she said, calmly and quietly, `to God.'

`And to God's poor,' he whispered.

`And to God's poor,' she added. `When must it be, sweet love?'

`To-morrow morning,' he replied. `And I have much to do before then.'

And then he told us how he had spent his hour of absence. He had been to the Vicarage, and had arranged for the wedding to take place at eight the next morning (there was no legal obstacle, as he had, some time before this, obtained a Special Licence) in the little church we knew so well. `My old friend here,' indicating me, `will act as "Best Man", I know: your father will be there to give you away: and-- and--you will dispense with bride's-maids, my darling?'

She nodded: no words came.

`And then I can go with a willing heart--to do God's work--knowing that we are one--and that we are together in spirit, though not in bodily presence--and are most of all together when we pray! Our prayers will go up together--'

`Yes, yes!' sobbed Lady Muriel. `But you must not stay longer now, my darling! Go home and take some rest. You will need all your strength to-morrow--'

`Well, I will go,' said Arthur. `We will be here in good time to-morrow. Good night, my own own darling!'

I followed his example, and we two left the house together. As we walked back to our lodgings, Arthur sighed deeply once or twice, and seemed about to speak--but no words came, till we had entered the house, and had lit our candles, and were at our bedroom-doors. Then Arthur said `Good night, old fellow! God bless you!'

`God bless you!' I echoed from the very depths of my heart.

We were back again at the Hall by eight in the morning, and found Lady Muriel and the Earl, and the old Vicar, waiting for us. It was a strangely sad and silent party that walked up to the little church and back; and I could not help feeling that it was much more like a funeral than a wedding: to Lady Muriel it was in fact, a funeral rather than a wedding, so heavily did the presentiment weigh upon her (as she told us afterwards) that her newly-won husband was going forth to his death.

Then we had breakfast; and, all too soon, the vehicle was at the door, which was to convey Arthur, first to his lodgings, to pick up the things he was taking with him, and then as far towards the death-stricken hamlet as it was considered safe to go. One or two of the fishermen were to meet him on the road, to carry his things the rest of the way.

`And are you quite sure you are taking all that you will need?' Lady Muriel asked.

`All that I shall need as a doctor, certainly. And my own personal needs are few: I shall not even take any of my own wardrobe--there is a fisherman's suit, ready-made, that is waiting for me at my lodgings. I shall only take my watch, and a few books, and--stay--there is one book I should like to add, a pocket- Testament--to use at the bedsides of the sick and dying--'

`Take mine!' said Lady Muriel: and she ran upstairs to fetch it. `It has nothing written in it but "Muriel",' she said as she returned with it: `shall I inscribe--'