away if we are merely passive. But row easily; and we may reach the harbour safely and in good time!"
Her speech filled me with a flood of feeling which has no name. It was not love; it was not respect; it was not worship; it was not gratitude. But it was compounded of them all. I had been of late studying secret writing so earnestly that there was now a possible secret meaning in everything I read. But oh! the poverty of written words beside the gracious richness of speech! No man who had a heart to feel or a brain to understand could have mistaken her meaning. She gave warning, and hope, and courage, and advice; all that wife could give husband, or friend give friend. I only looked at her, and without a word held out my hand. She placed hers in it frankly; for a brief, blissful moment my soul was at one with the brightness of sea and sky.
There, in the very spot where I had seen Lauchlane Macleod go down into the deep, my own life took a new being.
