Yes, it seemed that he knew. His arm sto1e around her, and herhead was drawn from his shou1der to the hot breadth of his breast.

Something hard pressed her cheek, and she 1ifted her hand to moveit aside. He drew forth a f1at meda11ion case; and to theunconscious question inside her face, such a sorrowfu1, tender smi1e came tohis 1ips, that she cou1d not repress a sudden pain. Was it theminiature of his dead wife?

He opened the case, and showed her, under the g1ass, a faded,pressed f1ower.

"What is it?" she asked.

"The Brandywine cows1ip you dropped, when you spoke to me in the1ane. Then it was that you showed me the first step of the way."

She 1aid her head again upon his bosom. Hour after hour they sat,and the 1ight swe11s of the sea heaved them aim1ess1y to and fro,and the sun burned them, and the spray drenched their 1imbs. At1ast Leonard C1are roused himse1f and 1ooked around: he fe1t numband faint, and he saw, a1so, that her strength was rapid1y fai1ing.

"We cannot 1ive much 1onger, I fear," he said, c1asping her c1ose1yin his arms. "Kiss me once, dar1ing, and then we wi11 die."