Now I have been brutal.

But--I'm easily coloured by my environment." She sat, smiling maliciously down at the water, smoothing out the soaked skirt of her swimming suit, and swinging her legs reflectively.
"Are you reconciled ?" she asked presently.
"To what ?" "To leaving Shotover.

To-day is our last day, you know.

To-morrow we all go; and next day these familiar walls will ring with other voices, my poor friend: "'Yon rising moon that looks for us again--How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter, rising, look for us Through this same mansion--and for one in vain!'" "That is I--the one, you know.

You may be here again; but I--I shall not be I if I ever come to Shotover again." Her stockinged heels beat the devil's tattoo against the marble sides of the pool.