"Except ourselves, Ulysses; and we'll forgive each other." She took a step out from the shadow of the oaks' foliage into the white sunlight and turned, looking back at him.
And he followed, as did his heroic namesake in the golden noon of the age of fable.
As they came in sight of the sea he halted.
"That's curious!" he exclaimed; "there is the Ariani again!"
"The yacht you came on?"
"Yes. I wonder if there's been an accident. She cleared for Miami last night."
They stood looking at the white steamer for a moment.
"I hope everything's all right with the Ariani" he murmured; then turned to the girl beside him.
"By the way I have a message for you from a man on board; I forgot to deliver it."
"A message for me?"