They strolled to a sheltered nook of the cliffside, and thence looked out upon the silver sea, peaceful under the summer sky.
"One could hardly believe that it could ever be angry," said Paula, "but you shall see it in fury; then it will be awful."
"It is awful now."
"Now!" exclaimed Paula. "Why, it is as serene as the sky above it."
"But think what it hides. Listen to the moan; see the swell of its heavy sighs."
"Natalie, I have discovered something!"
"Like Columbus," laughed Natalie.
"You are like the sea to-day. The surface wavelets laugh in the glint of the sun; but sadness is beneath. The sea hides sorrow; and you are so. You and Mark——"
And there she stopped. The other knew why. Paula was looking straight at her face, and she knew that her face had suddenly told a story.
"Does the sea remind you of Mark?" she asked in even tones, guarding her secret in her manner of utterance.