The sea had the pearly tint shot with rose of the inside of an oyster-shell.

The sky-line was receding, fading into an immense calm.

The shadows were beginning to gather.

The sun had dipped out of sight.
The tinkle of a lute rose from one of the hidden gardens below him.

He stood and listened with sentimental eyes and quizzically twitching mouth.
Everything in this wonder-world was ultra-sweet to-night.