She should not say that I had refused to fetch her what she asked, although she had, for her own good reasons, flung my guinea into the sea.

She would come soon, then would be my hour.

Yet I would spare her; a gentleman should show no exultation; silence would serve to point the moral.
But where was she?
To say truth, I was impatient for the play to begin and anticipation grew flat with waiting.

I looked down to the shore but could not see her.

I rose and walked forward till the beach lay open before me.