The music of her voice and the roar of the ocean mingled and surged over Trevelyan.
"God!" he said under his breath.
IV.
As Trevelyan and the girl drove up the long entrance way and neared the house, they could distinguish through the faint Scotch mist that had fallen, the outline of Mactier waiting for them at the door.
The old retainer hurried forward to welcome them.
"Ay, sir, but 'tis gude to see ye! My heart's been sore for a sight o' thy face this lang time!" he cried to Trevelyan.
Trevelyan jumped down from the cart.
"Hello, Mactier!" he cried. "Jove! But it's good to see you again!"
Then he turned to Cary and helped her to the ground.
"This is Mactier," he said, as one saying all that is sufficient. "Mactier, I used to tell Miss Cary about you when I was a little shaver."