CHAPTER X.
TOWED BY THE BEARD.
Every morning Caius still took his early way along the shore, but on all these walks he found himself alone in possession of the strand and the vast blue of sea and sky.

It was disappointing, yet the place itself exercised a greater and greater charm over him.
He abstained from fooling away his days by the sea.

After his one morning walk he refused himself the luxury of being there again, filling his time with work.

He felt that the lady of the lovely face would despise him if he spent his time absurdly.
Thus some days passed; and then there came a night when he left a bed on which he had tossed wakefully, and went in the hot August night to the side of the sea when no one knew that he went or came.
The air was exceedingly warm.

The harvest moon in the zenith was flooding the world with unclouded light.