“I cannot recollect the name, and yet it is familiar.”
“Try, my child, try.”
“I am trying hard, father,” said Louise sadly, “but I cannot recollect.”
“Oh!” groaned her father, as they hurried on down the path, “for pity’s sake, try, my child, try.”
“Yes, I remember,” she cried at last—“Paul.”
“Dick Paul—the man who sailed with us to the rocks near Scilly?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Hah! then if he has escaped so far he will be there.”
“Do you know which is his cottage?”
“Yes, I know. Quick, girl, quick!”