She
recalled the sudden thunderous noise of the settlement in response
to the tide, and my springing up and running to the mass of _debris_
and looking round it, and then my calling her to join me; and finally
she described her running toward Needle Point in order to pass round
it before the tide should get any higher, her plunging into the sea
and my pulling her round the Point.
It was manifest, from the first word she uttered to the last, that
she had no idea who was the 'miscreant,' to use her oft-repeated
word, who committed the sacrilege; and nothing could express what
relief this gave my heart. I felt as though I had just escaped from
some peril too dire to think of with calmness.
'You remember, Henry,' said she, 'how we ran to the cottage in our
wet clothes. You remember how we parted at the cottage door. From
that night till now we have never met, and now we meet--here on
Snowdon--at the very llyn I was always so fond of.
'But tell me more, Winnie--tell me what occurred to you on the next
morning.'
'Well,' said she, 'I was always a sound sleeper, but my fatigue that
night made me sleep until quite late the next morning.
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