Part 13 (1/2)

Jim Airth's voice ceased. He waited a moment in silence.

Then--”Do you like it?” he asked softly.

There was no answer. Myra slept as peacefully as a little child. He could feel the regular motion of her quiet breathing, beneath his hand.

”Thank G.o.d!” said Jim Airth, with his eyes on the morning star.

CHAPTER XIII

THE AWAKENING

When Lady Ingleby opened her eyes, she could not, for a moment, imagine where she was.

Dawn was breaking over the sea. A rift of silver, in the purple sky, had taken the place of the morning star. She could see the silvery gleam reflected in the ocean.

”Why am I sleeping so close to a large window?” queried her bewildered mind. ”Or am I on a balcony?”

”Why do I feel so extraordinarily strong and rested?” questioned her slowly awakening body.

She lay quite still and considered the matter.

Then looking down, she saw a large brown hand clasping both hers. Her head was resting in the curve of the arm to which the hand belonged. A strong right arm was flung over and around her. All questionings were solved by two short words: ”Jim Airth.”

Lady Ingleby lay very still. She feared to break the deep spell of restfulness which held her. She hesitated to bring down to earth the exquisite sense of heaven, by which she was surrounded.

As the dawn broke over the sea, a wonderful light dawned in her eyes, a radiance such as had never shone in those sweet eyes before. ”Dear G.o.d,”

she whispered, ”am I to know the Best?”

Then she gently withdrew one hand, and laid it on the hand which had covered both.

”Jim,” she said. ”Jim! Look! It is day.”

”Yes?” came Jim Airth's voice from behind her. ”Yes? _What?_ COME IN!--Hullo! Oh, I say!”

Myra smiled into the dawning. She had already come through those first moments of astonished realisation. But Jim Airth awoke to the situation more quickly than she had done.

”Hullo!” he said. ”I meant to keep watch all the time; but I must have slept. Are you all right? Sure? No cramp? Well, I have a cramp in my left leg which will make me kick down the cliff in another minute, if I don't move it. Let me help you up.... That's the way. Now you sit safely there, while I get unwedged.... By Jove! I believe I've grown into the cliff, like a fossil ichthyosaurus. Did you ever see an ichthyosaurus? Doesn't it seem years since you said: 'And who is Davy Jones?' Don't you want some breakfast? I suppose it's about time we went home.”

Talking gaily all the time, Jim Airth drew up his long limbs, rubbing them vigorously; stretched his arms above his head; then pa.s.sed his hand over his tumbled hair.

”My wig!” he said. ”What a morning! And how good to be alive!”

Myra stole a look at him. His eyes were turned seaward. The same dawn-light was in them, as shone in her own.

”Don't you want breakfast?” said Jim Airth, and pulled out his watch.

”I do,” said Myra, gaily. ”And now I can venture to tell you what delicious home-made bread I had for tea. What time is it, Jim?”