Vickers ! — if, I say, I do all that, what will Miss Greyle
give me 1 That 's it — in a plain way of speaking. ' '

"I thought it was," said Vickers dryly. "Of
course! Very well — you'd better come and talk to
Miss Greyle. Come on — now!"

Copplestone and Audrey, having made a breakfast
from the box of provisions which Andrius had been
good enough to send ashore with them, had climbed
to the head of the cliff after Vickers, and they were
presently astonished beyond measure to see him re-
turning with Chatfield under outward signs which
suggested amity if not friendship. They paused by a
convenient nook in the rocks and silently awaited the
approach of these two str&ngely assorted companions.
Vickers, coming near, gave them a queer and a know-
ing look.
"Mr. Chatfield," he said gravely, "has had the
night in which to reflect. Mr. Chatfield desires peace-
able relations. Mr. Chatfield doesn't see — now, hav-
ing reflected — why he and Miss Greyle shouldn't be
on good terms. Mr. Chatfield desires to discuss these
terms. Is that right, Chatfield t ' '

"Quite right, sir," assented the agent. He had
been regarding the couple who faced him benevolently
and indulgently, and he now raised his hat to them.
"Servant, ma'am," he said with a bow to Audrey.
