When, a moment afterwards, softening suddenly, she turned to throw a good-bye to that young man, she saw only his back in the distance moving towards the bungalow.

She watched him go in--amazed--before she too left the soil of Malata.
Nobody disturbed Renouard in that room where he had shut himself in to breathe the evanescent perfume of her who for him was no more, till late in the afternoon when the half-caste was heard on the other side of the door.
He wanted the master to know that the trader _Janet_ was just entering the cove.
Renouard's strong voice on his side of the door gave him most unexpected instructions.

He was to pay off the boys with the cash in the office and arrange with the captain of the _Janet_ to take every worker away from Malata, returning them to their respective homes.

An order on the Dunster firm would be given to him in payment.
And again the silence of the bungalow remained unbroken till, next morning, the half-caste came to report that everything was done.

The plantation boys were embarking now.
Through a crack in the door a hand thrust at him a piece of paper, and the door slammed to so sharply that Luiz stepped back.