He remembered Joanna that day, swinging in a hammock.

She was untidy even then, he remembered, and that was the only impression he carried away from that visit.

He had no time for love in those glorious days, no time even for a passing fancy, but gradually he fell into the habit of calling almost every day at that little house where he was greeted by Mrs.da Souza's shrill voice screaming for Joanna to come and entertain the gentleman from Hudig & Co.

And then the sudden and unexpected visit of the priest.

He remembered the man's flat, yellow face, his thin legs, his propitiatory smile, his beaming black eyes, his conciliating manner, his veiled hints which he did not understand at the time.