as if I knew you better and understood--a little more. Good-night."

She left him on the terrace, and walked sorrowfully away to the
house which could never be the same again.

Fitz watched her slight young form disappear through an open
doorway, and then he became lost in the contemplation of the distant
sea, lying still and glass-like in the moonlight. He was looking to
the north, and it happened that from that same point of the compass
there was coming towards him the good steamer Bellver, on whose deck
stood a little shock-headed man--Captain Bontnor.

There is a regular service of steamers to and from the Island of
Majorca to the mainland, and, in addition, steamers make voyages
when pressure of traffic may demand. The Bellver was making one of
these supplemental journeys, and her arrival was not looked for at
Palma.

Eve and Fitz were having breakfast alone in the gloomy room
overshadowed by the trailing wings of the Angel of Death, when the
servant announced a gentleman to see the senorita. The senorita
requested that the gentleman might approach, and presently there
stood in the doorway the quaintest little figure imaginable.

Captain Bontnor, with a certain sense of the fitness of things, had
put on his best clothes for this occasion, and it happened that the
most superior garment in his wardrobe was a thick pilot-jacket,
which stood out from his square person with solid angularity. He
had brushed his hair very carefully, applying water to compass a
smoothness which had been his life-long and hitherto unattained aim.