"Look for Vernon," whispered his companion.
"Van Camp--Valentine--Wilson." It was not there--nor was Veath's!
"Are they on the list?" asked the clerk.
"Let me see the names of those who were saved," said Hugh bravely, joy and anxiety welling to the surface like twin bubbles.
"Two pages over, sir."
Over went the pages so ruthlessly that the scribe was in trepidation lest they should be crumpled beyond redemption. Hugh read aloud in an unnatural voice:
"Costello--Hamilton--Ridge--Shadburn--Veath."
His hand fell upon the page and his head dropped forward till his lips touched the name that danced before his eyes.
"Here it is! Here it is!" he shouted, hugging the book.
"Thank God!" cried she, tears rushing to her eyes. Together they read and re-read the name, scarcely able to believe that she was truly one of the few to escape. "And Henry Veath, too. Oh, Hugh, it is a miracle--a real miracle!"