At the top of the Brow, beneath them as they looked down, they saw a shining mass of white, which looked strangely out of place amongst such wreckage as they had been viewing.  It appeared so strange that Adam suggested trying to find a way down, so that they might see it more closely.

“We need not go down; I know what it is,” Sir Nathaniel said.  “The explosions of last night have blown off the outside of the cliffs—­that which we see is the vast bed of china clay through which the Worm originally found its way down to its lair.  I can catch the glint of the water of the deep quags far down below.  Well, her ladyship didn’t deserve such a funeral—­or such a monument.”

* * * * *

The horrors of the last few hours had played such havoc with Mimi’s nerves, that a change of scene was imperative—­if a permanent breakdown was to be avoided.

“I think,” said old Mr. Salton, “it is quite time you young people departed for that honeymoon of yours!” There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke.

Mimi’s soft shy glance at her stalwart husband, was sufficient answer.