"Money!" she exclaimed, turning away almost angrily. Then she added,
with the coldness which she did not often use, but which, when she
did, chilled and checked him--"I don't understand you."

He pointed with a bitter smile down to the sands.

"Look at that gold of the sunset in the pools the tide has left. It
is the most glorious colour in nature, but it makes me miserable by
reminding me of the metal it takes its name from."

She looked at him with eyes which had in them a strange wonder, sad
at first, then full of scorn, of indignation. And then she laughed,
drawing herself away from him. The laugh irritated him. He
experienced a terrible revulsion of feeling, from the warmth and
passion which had possessed him, to that humiliation, which he could
not bear.

And just now a number of people came and took their stands close by,
in a gossiping group. Ida had half turned away, and was looking at
the golden pools. He tried to say something, but his tongue was dry,
and the word would not come. Presently, she faced him again, and
said, in very much her ordinary tone--

"I was going to tell you that I have just had news from London,
which makes it necessary for me to go back to-morrow. I shall have
to take an early train."

"This is because I have offended you," Waymark said, moving nearer
to her. "You had no thought of going before that."