I suppose Rolfe saw the same thing, for he looked from the light to me, and I heard him draw his breath.
"Ralph Percy, thou art the very button upon the cap of Fortune," he said.
To myself my laugh sounded something of the bitterest, but to him, I presume, it vaunted my return through the darkness to the lit room and its resplendent pearl.

He waved farewell, and the dusk swallowed up him and his boat.

I went back to the house and to her.
She was sitting as we had left her, with her small feet crossed upon the cushion beneath them, her hands folded in her silken lap, the air from the waving fan blowing tendrils of her dark hair against her delicate standing ruff.

I went and leaned against the window, facing her.
"I have been chosen Burgess for this hundred," I said abruptly.

"The Assembly meets next week.