The chill night breeze from the sea swept over the hill. Suddenly the girl shivered.
And then, as he looked out upon the darkening sea and heard the solemn requiem sounding below the cliff, the voice of eternity and life and death speaking there unsealed his lips.
The next moment Mona was clasped in his arms.
"God help me, little girl," he said, "I love you."
Later, the moon, smiling approval, rose out of the ocean, and when the two, now one, turned to go, once more he gathered her close to his heart.
"You will come back now, won't you?" she said.
And looking into the tear-wet eyes upraised to his, he kissed her once, twice, thrice.
"Surely," he answered, "my heart is here now."