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But you are
still of the same mind, I suppose?"
I did not speak, but I rose and went over to the window. For some reason
difficult to explain, that reference to the festivities had cut me to
the quick.
My husband must have been fuming at my apparent indifference, and I felt
as if I could see him looking at me, passionate and proud.
"Between the lot of you I think you've done me a great injustice. Have
you nothing to say?"
Even then I did not answer.
"All right! As you please."
A few minutes afterwards I heard the motor-car turning and driving away.
The wind had fallen, the waves were rolling into the harbour with that
monotonous moan which is the sea's memory of a storm, and a full moon,
like a white-robed queen, was riding through a troubled sky.


THIRTY-EIGHTH CHAPTER

The moon had died out; a new day had dawned; the sea was lying as quiet
as a sleeping child; far out on the level horizon the sky was crimsoning
before the rising sun, and clouds of white sea-gulls were swirling and
jabbering above the rocks in the harbour below the house before I lay
down to sleep.


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