"That is all. At least, all I would acknowledge to myself, then."
"And now?" His arm tightened; he held my lady close. "Now?"
Her lips lifted; though silent, made answer in the abandonment of the moment, the past and all its vicissitudes vanished; only the present held them—the present and the future, beautiful as the horizon, now rosy and glowing beneath the warm touch of the dawn.
The tide came in and the tide went out.
"Mon capitaine must have changed his mind," said old Pierre at the inn. And he gazed toward a ship, stranded on the sands of the harbor.
THE END