An empty sea; a cruel, sparkling, empty sea!
The sound of hurrying feet within. She staggered back into the room, clutching at the window-frame and curtains.
“Quick, Thomas, quick! Sir Nigel—drowning—below the cliff—a boat—a rope—”
Then she fell forward on her face.
SCENE XII
THE DEEP WELL
When Luke Sparrow awoke from a long sleep, he found himself in bed, wrapped in softest blankets, in the room to which he had been taken on the previous evening.
His entire being was permeated by that extraordinary sense of comfort which accompanies returning strength after violent exertion. He had no desire to move, yet he lifted his right arm and looked with a perplexed smile at the sleeve of a blue silk sleeping suit. Then he saw the wedding-ring upon his finger.
“Miriam!”
He let a flood of tender memory sweep over him.
“Miriam! My wife.”