It is not very dreadful--is it?
Will you think nicely of me ?" He said gaily: "Now you speak as you look, not like a world-worn woman of thirty wearing the soft, fresh mask of nineteen." "You have not answered me," she said quietly.
"Answered you, Calypso ?" "Yes; I ask you to be very gentle and fastidious with me in your thoughts; not even to call me Calypso--in your thoughts." "What you ask I had given you the first moment we met." "Then you _may_ call me Calypso--in your thoughts." "Calypso," he pleaded, "won't you tell me where to find you ?" "Yes; in the house of--Mr.Cardross.

This is his house." She turned and stepped onto the lawn.

A mass of scarlet hibiscus hid her, then she reappeared, a pale shape in the dusk of the oleander-bordered path.
He listened; the perfume of the oleanders enveloped him; high under the stars the fronds of a royal palm hung motionless.

Then, through the stillness, very far away, he heard the southern ocean murmuring in its slumber under a million stars..