"From a very ornamental young man who desired to be particularly remembered to Shiela Cardross until he could pay his respects in person. Can you guess?"
For a moment she looked at him with a tremor of curiosity and amusement edging her lips.
"Louis Malcourt," he said, smiling; and turned again to the sea.
A sudden, still, inward fright seized her; the curious soundless crash of her own senses followed—as though all within had given way.
She had known many, many such moments; one was upon her now, the clutching terror of it seeming to stiffen the very soul within her.
"I hope all's well with the Ariani" he repeated under his breath, staring at the sea.
Miss Cardross said nothing.