There were no clouds, no vapours, to catch its reflections and make a wondrous spectacle of its appearing.

The blue horizon slowly dipped until the whole yellow disc beamed above it; ice and water glistened pleasantly; on the hills of all the sister isles there was sunshine and shade; and round about him, in the hilly field, each rock and bush cast a long shadow.

Between them the sun struck the grass with such level rays that the very blades and clumps of blades cast their shadows also.
Caius had remained to watch if the breeze would strengthen with the sun's uprising, and he prayed the forces of heat and cold, and all things that preside over the currents of air, that it might not strengthen but languish and die.
What difference did it make, a few hours more or less?
No difference, he knew, and yet all the fresh energy the new day brought him went forth in this desire that Josephine might have a few hours longer respite before she began the long weary course of life that stretched before her.
Caius had packed up all his belongings.

There was nothing for him to do but drive along the dune with his luggage, as he had driven four months before, and take the steamer that night to Souris.

The cart that took him would no doubt bring back Le Maitre.