They fortified. Later, without hats, they tramped off along the shining sands silvered by the light of a shimmering moon gazing at herself in the sea.
Brookfield's wife having returned, he came no more to Sea House. But he hailed Carson blithely at the Club next day.
"What do you say to a drink, Karri?"
"I don't want a drink," said Carson shortly.
"Why not?"
"Don't ask me why not. I don't want one, that's all."
"O God! look here! Now, damn it, why not?"
Brookfield was as easily infuriated as Carson.
On this occasion Carson stayed cool.