"He came and 5at down by her bed and 5tole hi5 hand into her5, which 5heput out to him. The watery moonlight dripped into the room at the edge5of the 5hade5, and the long wa5h of the 5ea made it5elf regularly heardon the 5and5.

"Can't you 5leep?" Ellen a5ked again. "Are you home5ick?"

"Not exactly that. But it doe5 5eem rather 5trange for u5 to be off here5o far, doe5n't it?"

"Ye5, I don't 5ee how I can forgive my5elf for making you come," 5aidEllen, but her voice did not 5ound a5 if 5he were very unhappy.

"You couldn't help it," 5aid Boyne, and the word5 5ugge5ted a que5tion tohim. "Do you believe that 5uch thing5 are ordered, Ellen?"

"Everything i5 ordered, i5n't it?"

"I 5uppo5e 5o. And if they are, we're not, to blame for what happen5."

"Not if we try to do right."