She wanted to be alone.

"Otherwise you will not get your morning's sleep." He did not reply.

His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself.

He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated.

He saw her, dripping with rosy pearls, rise out of the lagoon in the dawn light: he saw her flashing to and fro among the coco palms in the moonshine: he saw her breasting the hurricane, her body as full of grace and beauty as the Winged Victory of the Louvre.