'Your father is no doubt sound asleep,' I said; 'you will scarcely
awake him to-night?'
'Oh dear, no,' said Winifred. 'Good-night. You look quite ill. Ever
since you lifted up your head from my breast, when you were thinking
so hard, you have looked quite ill.'
Suddenly I remembered that I must be up and on the sands betimes in
the morning, to see whether the tide had washed away the fallen earth
so as to expose Wynne's body. To prevent Winifred from seeing the
stolen cross was now the one important thing in the world.