“No, it won’t be long, Mona.”
“Only a few moments?”
“Yes, only a few moments.”
“And then we shall be together again for ever?”
“For ever.”
“Oh, I shan’t care if at the cost of a few moments of suffering I can be happy with you for ever.”
She is not afraid now. In front of them are the heather-clad slopes that go down to the precipitous cliffs. They clasp hands again and walk forward. Tears are in their eyes, but the light of heaven is there also.
In a few minutes more they are on the cliff head. It overhangs the sea, which is heaving and singing in its many voices, seventy feet below. The sun is rising, and the sky to the east is flecked with crimson. There is nothing else in sight anywhere, and no other sound except the cry of the sea fowl on the rocks beneath.
“This is the place, isn’t it?”