She looked up and saw her father and old Dinah waiting to greet her.
It was a strange scene beside that flower-wreathed coffin.
There was passionate joy over the living girl, and bitter sorrow over the dead.
Mrs. Leith had beckoned Bertram Chesleigh away. Behind the heavy hangings of the bay-window she said to him, gently:
"Do not press your wife yet, Mr. Chesleigh. Remember you have wronged her deeply, and she does not yet know how you have repented and atoned."
"I can never atone," he said, heavily.
"Perhaps she may think differently when she knows all," said Mrs. Leith. "Women are very tender and forgiving, you know."
"If she never speaks to me again, I shall still rejoice that she is living," he said, with a beam of gladness in his large, black eyes.
"Do you wonder how she was saved?" she inquired.
"Yes."