Then she stopped short. He, the Son of the Morning, was coming forth. She scarcely noticed that Mrs. Darlington was with him. Her face was suddenly so radiant that the others turned to look. He saw them. Now he would come to her—show them how it was between them!
But he did no such thing. He bowed, a trifle absently, and passed within a few feet of them—near enough for them to hear him say:
“Paula, ever young and ever fair!”
They also saw the ravishing look she threw him.
“What a handsome man!” exclaimed Agnes.
“Lady-killer, I bet you,” jeered Percy.
“Come on, Agnes, let’s go for that walk on the beach,” cried Isabelle.
She started off almost before any one understood her purpose.
“Hi there! are you trailing me behind?” called Percy.
“No,” said Isabelle, shortly.