THE COMING OF A FRIEND "Eternal sunshine!" said Piers, with a grimace at the deep, deep blue of the slumbering water that stretched below him to the horizon.

"And at night eternal moonshine.

Romantic but monotonous.

I wonder if the post is in." He cast an irresolute glance up the path behind him, but decided to remain where he was.

He had looked so many times in vain.
There were a good many people in the hotel, but he was not feeling sociable.