Thereafter it was his purpose to take his bride home to his Sicilian demesne.
Our farewells were soon spoken; yet none the less warm, for all its brevity, was my leave-taking of Andrea, and our wishes for each other's happiness were as fervent as the human heart can shape.

We little thought that we were not destined to meet again for years.
Yvonne's adieu was cold and formal--so cold and formal that it seemed to rob the sunshine of its glory for me as I stepped out into the open air.
After all, what mattered it?
I was a fool to have entertained a single tender thought concerning her..