'What has happened?' asked she, looking into my face.
'Only a slip of my foot,' I said, recovering my presence of mind.
'But why do you turn back?'
'I cannot bring myself to part from you under this delicious moon,
Winnie, if you will stay a few minutes longer. Let us go and sit on
that very boulder where little Hal proposed to you.'
'But you want to go into the church,' said Winifred, as we moved back
towards the boulder.
'No, I will leave that till the morning. I would leave _anything_
till the morning, to have a few minutes longer with you on the sands.
Try to imagine that we are children again, and that I am not the
despised rich man but little Hal the cripple.'
Winifred's eyes, which had begun to look very troubled, sparkled with
delight.
'But,' said she with a sigh, as we sat down on the boulder, 'I'm
afraid we sha'n't be able to stay long. See how the tide is rising,
and the sea is wild. The tides just now, father says, come right up
to the cliff in the cove, and once locked in between Flinty Point and
Needle Point there is no escape.
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