"The last of happy days here, I should have said," Feathers corrected himself gravely. "I hope it will also be the first of many and much happier days to come."
"Thank you." Suddenly she laughed. "Why, it's Friday! I always seem to choose unlucky days to go to places or do important things. I was married on Friday, and I came home from Paris after father died on Friday."
"Well, it's as good a day as any other."
She shook her head.
"Not for me," she said, unthinkingly, then laughed to cover the admission of her words.
"I'm superstitious, you see."
"Absurd!"
"I know it is, and I never used to be."
98 "I don't believe you are now." he declared.
"What are you looking at?" Marie had stood suddenly still, and was looking down on the sands.