Secretly, Lucille was pleased to escape from Dr. Argyle.  Something in his manner told her that he was not sincere; that he was a schemer, perhaps a fortune-seeker, and she gladly rejoined her mother.

Mrs. Harris and her children often wondered how matters were progressing at home.  Alfonso had faith in his father’s ability to cope with the strike, but Mrs. Harris and Lucille were much worried.  “Don’t let us trouble,” said Alfonso, “till we reach Queenstown, as there we shall surely get a cablegram from father.”

Just then Leo joined the family, and Lucille taking his arm, the two walked the deck, and later they found quiet seats in the moonlight.  The moon’s welcome rays revealed fleece-like clouds overhead and changed the waters astern into acres of diamonds.  Gentle breezes fanned the cheeks of two troubled lovers who thus far had kept well their heart secrets.  Lucille’s warm and sensitive nature yearned for some confidant in whom she could find consolation.  Mrs. Harris never quite understood her daughter.  Lucille was noble, generous, and true in her affection.  Her ideal of marriage was that the busy shuttle of life must be of Divine guidance, and often she was at a loss to understand some of the deep mysteries that had clouded her own life.  Of this world’s blessings her life had been full, except she could not reconcile some of her late experiences.  Of this, of course, Leo knew nothing.  He too had had a cup of bliss dashed suddenly to the ground.  A moment of anger had destroyed his plans for life.  The moon’s soft light changed Leo’s purpose never to speak to Lucille of his affection for Rosie Ricci, and he now frankly told her the whole story.

At first Lucille did not wish to believe that Leo had ever been in love, as her own heart had turned to him in the silent hours of the night when the pain in her heart forbade sleep.

Trembling she said, “Leo, you have given Rosie up forever then?”

“Oh no, Miss Harris, it was Rosie who said to me, ’Good-bye, Leo, forever.’  She accepted my attentions for a year.  Alas!  Rosie’s love for the rich man’s gold I fear was more powerful than her love for me, a poor artist, and so she threw back the ruby ring and my mother’s cameo, and crushed my heart and hopes.  In accepting the kind invitation of your brother to accompany your family on this trip, I hoped that the journey might heal my suffering soul.”

“I am delighted,” said Lucille, her voice and hand still trembling a little, “that your own vow was not broken.”

Leo’s olive complexion was softened in the moon’s rays, his face was saddened by the recital of his deep affliction, and his dark eyes were lowered, as he looked out upon the troubled pathway of the steamer.  For a moment Lucille earnestly gazed at Leo who seemed to her to be handsome and noble, but he appeared lost as in a dream.  Every man is thought to be noble by the woman who loves him.  Then she took both his hands in hers in pity and said, “Leo, be brave as your ancestors were brave.  You will be a success in the world because you have remaining your intense love for art.”