"My dear young friend, I don't understand you," pleaded the Baron.
"We'll go and see Mrs. Dennison to-morrow," said Willie Ruston.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE THING OR THE MAN.
"Well?"
It was the morning of the next day, Mrs. Dennison sat in her place in the little garden on the cliff, and Willie Ruston stood just at the turn of the mounting path, where Marjory had paused to look at her friend.
"Well, here I am," said he.
She did not move, but held out her hand. He advanced and took it.