IN THE DARK In the morning Cartwright told the porter to take his chair to the beach and sat down in a shady spot.

He had not seen Barbara at breakfast and was rather sorry for her, but she had not known Shillito long, and although she might be angry for a time, her hurt could not be deep.
Lighting his pipe, he watched the path that led between the pines to the water.
By and by a girl came out of the shadow, and going to the small landing-stage, looked at her wrist-watch.

Cartwright imagined she did not see him and studied her with some amusement.

Barbara looked impatient.

People did not often keep her waiting, and she had not inherited her mother's placidity.