He went to Tryn yr Wylfa.
The train journey of six hours knocked him up for another week. By the time he was strong enough for the promenade it was the fourteenth of June. He noticed the date on the hotel calendar, and realised that the Fates had another ten days in which to drown him.
He did not call on the Lardners. He felt that he couldn't—after the canal episode. Four of the ten days had passed before Betty Lardner ran across him on the promenade.
She noticed at once the change in him, and was kinder than she had ever been before.
"Next Saturday," he said, "is the anniversary!"
For answer she smiled at him, and he might have smiled back if he had not remembered the canal.
She met him each morning after that, so that she was with him on the day when he made his atonement.
There had been a violent storm in the early morning. It had driven one of the quarry steamers on to the long sand-bank that lies submerged between Tryn yr Wylfa and Puffin Island. The gale still lasted, and the steamer was in momentary danger of becoming a complete wreck.
There is no lifeboat service at Tryn yr Wylfa. It was impossible to launch an ordinary boat in such a sea.
Colonel Denbigh, the owner of the quarry and local magnate, who had been superintending what feeble efforts had been made to effect a rescue, answered gloomily when Betty Lardner asked him if there were any hope.