The moon was shining brightly and a fresh breeze had risen when Tristram left the hotel and walked rapidly towards the pier.

He was mad with rage and indignation from his bride's cruel taunts.

The knowledge of their injustice did not comfort him, and, though he knew he was innocent of any desire to have made a bargain, and had taken her simply for her beautiful self, still, the accusation hurt and angered his pride.

How dared she! How dared her uncle have allowed her to think such things! A Tancred to stoop so low! He clenched his hands and his whole frame shook.
And then as he gazed down into the moonlit waves her last words came back with a fresh lashing sting.

"Leave me, I hate you, animal that you are!" An animal, forsooth! And this is how she had looked at his love! And then a cold feeling came over him--he was so very just--and he questioned himself.