"Au revoir! All happiness!"
"So-long! We'll look after the 'plane all right!"
"Adios! Buenas noches!"
"Sayonara!"
"Siéda!"
"Good-bye and good luck! Now all together.... Hip—hip—" and a rousing British cheer.
CHAPTER LXV
GOOD-BYE, DEAR LOVE, GOOD-BYE!
They had looked back to smile and wave their thanks, and an aged tennis-shoe, scientifically hurled by Dareless, had knocked the cap out of Sherbrand's upraised hand, and raised a cloud of chalky dust from the surface of the sunken road. Under cover of this they had crossed the road and climbed a slope together and found themselves standing in heavenly loneliness, with the sea beside them and their feet upon the thymy grasses blotted by the short shadows of their tall figures, under the almost vertical sun.
"Look!" Sherbrand had said, pointing to a whitewashed, red-tiled cottage cuddled in a hollow some quarter of a mile distant, girt with a gay frivolous little garden full of bachelor's buttons and sunflowers, lavender bushes and nasturtiums yellow and red. He slipped his hand within her arm and pressed it, whispering: "There's our Eden—and my dream has come true!"