And I think I'll retire now--if you have nothing more agreeable to say to me--" "I have; in the garden--" "No, I dare not risk it to-night.

The guards are about--" "It is my last night here--" "We will see each other very soon in New York.

And I'll be up in the morning to drive you to the station--" "But, Shiela, dear--" "There was a bad nigger hanging around the groves last night and our patrols are out....

No, it's too risky.

Besides--" "Besides--what ?" "I've been thinking." He said, tenderly impatient: "You little witch of Ogygia, come into the _patio_ then, and do your thinking and let me make love to you." But she would not raise her eyes, standing there in the rose lamplight, the perverse smile still edging her lips.
"Calypso," he repeated persuasively.
"No....