He stooped and kissed her.
“My wife, I thank God that you did forgive him. His life was full of sin and sorrow—but at least its end was peace. May God pardon him as you did—as I do.”
There was a strange sweet smile in her eyes as she lifted them to his.
“Ah, Randolph!” she said softly, “I knew you would understand. Oh, my husband, my husband!”
He held her in his arms, and she looked up at him with a sweet, tender smile. Then her eyes wandered dreamily out over the wide sea beneath them.
“There is nothing sad there now, Randolph. It will never separate us again.”
He looked down at her with a world of love in his eyes; yet as they turned away his glance rested for one moment upon the lonely grave he had been brought to see, and lifting his hat once more, he murmured beneath his breath—“Requiescat in pace.”
Then drawing his wife’s hand within his arm, he led her homewards to Trevlyn, whilst the sun set in a blaze of golden glory over the boundless shining sea.
THE END.