Her Tahitians leaped out and rushed the boat high up the beach, and she led her bizarre following through the gate of the compound.
The first drops of rain were driving like hail-stones, the tall cocoanut palms were bending and writhing in the grip of the wind, while the thick cloud-mass of the squall turned the brief tropic twilight abruptly to night.
Quite unconsciously the brooding anxiety of the afternoon slipped from Sheldon, and he felt strangely cheered at the sight of her running up the steps laughing, face flushed, hair flying, her breast heaving from the violence of her late exertions.
"Lovely, perfectly lovely--Pari-Sulay," she panted.

"I shall buy it.
I'll write to the Commissioner to-night.

And the site for the bungalow--I've selected it already--is wonderful.

You must come over some day and advise me.

You won't mind my staying here until I can get settled?
Wasn't that squall beautiful?
And I suppose I'm late for dinner.