A cheer went up as the little rowing boat came into view.
“Is my niece in the boat?” beseeched Aunt Mary, as she wrung her hands together. “I cannot see well at the best of times and it is so very dark – ”
“Yes, I can see her,” answered the Duchess with joy.
“And everyone appears to be present and unharmed.”
“Thank Heavens!”
Viola awoke as a loud cheer went up and for a moment she did not know where she was. She looked first at her ruined dress and then up at the Earl, who was smiling down at her with eyes full of love.
“Darling, look. Everyone has come to meet us.”
“Viola. Viola!”
Aunt Mary could not be restrained. She ran down to the water and stood there, her skirts soaking up the sea, waving her arms at the approaching boat.
“Do not worry,” shouted the Earl. “She is safe.”
Vi
