"He is the most wonderful man I have ever known," she replied.
"Remember, you are not seeing him at his best. He has never been the
same since mother's death. If ever a man and woman were one, they
were." She broke off, then concluded abruptly. "You don't know him.
You don't know him at all."



CHAPTER XXVIII



"I think we are going to have a fine sunset," Captain West remarked
last evening.

Miss West and I abandoned our rubber of cribbage and hastened on
deck. The sunset had not yet come, but all was preparing. As we
gazed we could see the sky gathering the materials, grouping the gray
clouds in long lines and towering masses, spreading its palette with
slow-growing, glowing tints and sudden blobs of colour.

"It's the Golden Gate!" Miss West cried, indicating the west. "See!
We're just inside the harbour. Look to the south there. If that
isn't the sky-line of San Francisco! There's the Call Building, and
there, far down, the Ferry Tower, and surely that is the Fairmount."
Her eyes roved back through the opening between the cloud masses, and
she clapped her hands. "It's a sunset within a sunset! See! The
Farallones!"--swimming in a miniature orange and red sunset all their
own. "Isn't it the Golden Gate, and San Francisco, and the