Mrs. Desmond wore white lace looped with diminutive and richly-colored sunflowers. Her jewels were diamonds, and she was as usual brilliantly beautiful and graceful. Golden caught her breath in awed admiration of the two beautiful women.
"Are you ready, Ruby?" inquired Mrs. Desmond.
"Yes, mamma," said the child, blithely.
All three went out then, and Golden threw a dark shawl over her head and went out upon the seashore.
It was a moonlight night, calm and still, with that slight chill in the air that comes with September.
She sat down, a quiet, forlorn little figure on the lonely sands, and watched the great foam-capped waves rolling in to her feet.
Something in the immensity and solemnity of the great ocean seemed to calm the turbulence of the fevered young heart and whisper a gentle "peace, be still," to the passions that racked her wronged and outraged spirit.