When did she risk her life for you

'YOUR darling!' said Stephen, with a sort of laugh. 'Any man can say that, I suppose; any man can. I know this, she was MY darling before she was yours; and after too. If anybody has a right to call her his own, it is I.' 'You talk like a man in the dark; which is what you are. Did she ever do anything for you? Risk her name, for instance, for you?' Yes, she did,' said Stephen emphatically. 'Not entirely. Did she ever live for you--prove she could not live without you--laugh and weep for you?' 'Yes.' 'Never! Did she ever risk her life for you--no! My darling did for me.' 'Then it was in kindness only. When did she risk her life for you?' 'To save mine on the cliff yonder. The poor child was with me looking at the approach of the Puffin steamboat, and I slipped down. We both had a narrow escape. I wish we had died there!' 'Ah, but wait,' Stephen pleaded with wet eyes. 'She went on that cliff to see me arrive home: she had promised it. She told me she would months before. And would she have gone there if she had not cared for me at all?' 'You have an idea that Elfride died for you, no doubt,' said Knight, with a mournful sarcasm too nerveless to support itself. 'Never mind. If we find that--that she died yours, I'll say no more ever.' 'And if we find she died yours, I'll say no more.' 'Very well--so it shall be.' The dark clouds into which the sun had sunk had begun to drop rain in an increasing volume. 'Can we wait somewhere here till this shower is over?' said Stephen desultorily. 'As you will. But it is not worth while. We'll hear the particulars, and return. Don't let people know who we are. I am not much now.' They had reached a point at which the road branched into two--just outside the west village, one fork of the diverging routes passing into the latter place, the other stretching on to East Endelstow. Having come some of the distance by the footpath, they now found that the hearse was only a little in advance of them.