Once I told you that Calypso was a land-nymph.

But--time changes us all, you know--and as nobody reads the classics any longer nobody will perceive the anachronism." "Except ourselves." "Except ourselves, Ulysses; and we'll forgive each other." She took a step out from the shadow of the oaks' foliage into the white sunlight and turned, looking back at him.
And he followed, as did his heroic namesake in the golden noon of the age of fable.
As they came in sight of the sea he halted.
"That's curious!" he exclaimed; "there is the _Ariani_ again!" "The yacht you came on ?" "Yes.

I wonder if there's been an accident.

She cleared for Miami last night." They stood looking at the white steamer for a moment.
"I hope everything's all right with the _Ariani_" he murmured; then turned to the girl beside him.
"By the way I have a message for you from a man on board; I forgot to deliver it." "A message for _me_ ?" "From a very ornamental young man who desired to be particularly remembered to Shiela Cardross until he could pay his respects in person.
Can you guess ?" For a moment she looked at him with a tremor of curiosity and amusement edging her lips.
"Louis Malcourt," he said, smiling; and turned again to the sea.
A sudden, still, inward fright seized her; the curious soundless crash of her own senses followed--as though all within had given way.
She had known many, many such moments; one was upon her now, the clutching terror of it seeming to stiffen the very soul within her.
"I hope all's well with the _Ariani_" he repeated under his breath, staring at the sea.
Miss Cardross said nothing..