"Do you remember," asked Semingham, "how at Dieppe Bessie would have it that the little red crosses were tombstones? She was quite pleased with the idea."
"Yes; and how horrified the old Baron was," said Adela.
"Both he and Walter gone!" mused Harry Dennison.
"Well, the omen is fulfilled now," said Tom Loring. "Ruston need not fear for himself."
Harry Dennison turned a sudden uneasy glance upon his wife. She looked up and met it with a calm sad smile.
"He was a brave boy," she said. "Mr. Ruston will be very sorry." She rose and laid her hand on her husband's arm. "Come, Harry," she said, "we'll walk again."
He rose and gave her his arm. She paused, glancing from one to the other of the group.
"You mustn't think he won't be sorry," she said pleadingly.
Then she pressed her husband's arm and walked away with him. They passed again into the fringing shrubbery and were lost to view. Tom Loring did not go with them this time, but sat down by his wife's side. For a while no one spoke. Then Adela said softly,
"She knows him better than we do. I suppose he will be sorry. Will he be sorry for Marjory too?"