The morning sea was cold and bracing. The two friends did not remain in for long. When they were dried and dressed again, and when Geoffrey was for returning to breakfast, Reggie held him back.
"Come and walk by the sea," he said, "I have something to tell you."
They turned in the direction of the fishing village, where Geoffrey and Yaé had walked together only a few hours ago. But the fires were quenched. Black circles of charred ashes remained; and the magic world of the moonlight had become a cluster of sordid hovels, where dirty women were sweeping their frowsty floors, and scrofulous children were playing among stale bedding.
"Did you notice anything unusual in my manner last night?" Reggie began very seriously.
"No," laughed Geoffrey, "you seemed rather excited. But why did you leave so early?"
"For various reasons," said his friend. "First, I hate dancing, but I feel rather envious of people who like it. Secondly, I wanted to be alone with my own sensations. Thirdly, I wanted you, my best friend, to have every opportunity of observing Yaé and forming an opinion about her."
"But why?" Geoffrey began.
"Because it would now be too late for me to take your advice," said
Reggie mysteriously.
"What do you mean?" Barrington asked.
"Last night I asked Yaé to marry me; and I understand that she accepted."