"Don't you believe in them?"
"Implicitly,—with all my heart and soul!" And again his eyes were eloquent.
A wave of rosy colour flitted over her face, and shading her eyes from the strong glare of the sun, she gazed across the sea.
"I wish dear old David could see this glorious sight!" she said. "But he's not strong—and I'm afraid—I hardly like to think it—that he's weaker than he knows."
"Poor old chap!" said Angus, gently. "Any way, you've done all you can for him, and he's very grateful. I hope he'll last a few years longer."
"I hope so too," she answered quickly. "For I should miss him very much. I've grown quite to love him."
"I think he feels that," and Angus seated himself on a jutting crag of the "Giant's Castle" and prepared for the utterance of something desperate. "Any one would, you know!"
She made no reply. Her gaze was fixed on the furthest silver gleaming line of the ocean horizon.
"Any one would be bound to feel it, if you loved—if you were fond of him," he went on in rather a rambling way. "It would make all the difference in the world——"
She turned towards him quickly with a smile. Her breathing was a little hurried.