But the woman laughed easily.
"It will be only a few moments on these cliffs. It is nothing. Remember I have been wandering about for three hours—alone."
"But—Good-bye!"
The man made his farewell regretfully. He had been about to ask her how, with ten miles to Dorby, and a considerable distance to other villages, she would only be on the cliffs a few moments. But he felt that her coming and her going were her secret, and he had no right to pry into it—yet.
"Good-bye."
The woman turned away, but was promptly arrested by a swift question.
"May I not know your name?"
The stranger faced him once more, and her smile lit up her radiant features till Ruxton felt that never in his life had he seen anything to equal her beauty.
"My name? Yes—why not? It is Vladimir. Vita Vladimir."
Then, in a moment, the man stood gazing after her, as the brilliant moonlight outlined the perfect symmetry of her receding figure.