She had done this thing at Draconmeyer's instigation, done this thing against her husband, taken sides absolutely with the man whom he had come to look upon as his enemy! What inference was he to draw?
He sat there, looking out over the Mediterranean, soft and blue, glittering with sunlight, breaking upon the yellow stretch of sand in little foam-flecked waves no higher than his hand.

He watched the sunlight glitter on the white houses which fringed the bay.

He looked idly up at the trim little vineyards on the brown hill-side.

It was the beauty spot of the world.

There was no object upon which his eyes could rest, which was not beautiful.