Ackland's face lighted up with a sudden flash of intelligence and
deep feeling. He started to recall her, hesitated, and watched her
earnestly until she disappeared; then looking out on the scowling
ocean, he took off his hat and exclaimed in a deep, low tone:
"By all that's divine, can this be? Is it possible that through
the suffering of her own awakening heart she is learning to know
the pain she has given to others? Should this be true, the affair
is taking an entirely new aspect, and Munson will be avenged as
neither of us ever dreamed would be possible."
He resumed his old position and thought long and deeply, then
rejoined his cousin, who was somewhat surprised to find that his
bitter mood had given place to his former composure.
"How is this, Jack?" she asked. "As the storm grows wilder
without, you become more serene."
"Only trying to make amends for my former bearishness," he said
carelessly, but with a little rising color.
"I don't understand you at all," she continued discontentedly. "I
saw you sulking in that out-of-the-way corner, and I saw Miss Van
Tyne approach you hesitatingly and timidly, with the purpose, no
doubt, of thanking you.
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