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During
the
twelve
months
of
his
life
in
Coralio
no
word
had
passed
between
them
,
though
he
had
sometimes
heard
of
her
through
the
dilatory
correspondence
with
the
few
friends
to
whom
he
still
wrote
.
Still
he
could
not
repress
a
little
thrill
of
satisfaction
at
knowing
that
she
had
not
yet
married
Tolliver
or
anyone
else
.
But
evidently
Tolliver
had
not
yet
abandoned
hope
.
Well
,
it
made
no
difference
to
him
now
.
He
had
eaten
of
the
lotus
.
He
was
happy
and
content
in
this
land
of
perpetual
afternoon
.
Those
old
days
of
life
in
the
States
seemed
like
an
irritating
dream
.
He
hoped
Ida
would
be
as
happy
as
he
was
.
The
climate
as
balmy
as
that
of
distant
Avalon
;
the
fetterless
,
idyllic
round
of
enchanted
days
;
the
life
among
this
indolent
,
romantic
people
--
a
life
full
of
music
,
flowers
,
and
low
laughter
;
the
influence
of
the
imminent
sea
and
mountains
,
and
the
many
shapes
of
love
and
magic
and
beauty
that
bloomed
in
the
white
tropic
nights
--
with
all
he
was
more
than
content
.
Also
,
there
was
Paula
Brannigan
.
Geddie
intended
to
marry
Paula
--
if
,
of
course
,
she
would
consent
;
but
he
felt
rather
sure
that
she
would
do
that
.
Somehow
,
he
kept
postponing
his
proposal
.
Several
times
he
had
been
quite
near
to
it
;
but
a
mysterious
something
always
held
him
back
.
Perhaps
it
was
only
the
unconscious
,
instinctive
conviction
that
the
act
would
sever
the
last
tie
that
bound
him
to
his
old
world
.
He
could
be
very
happy
with
Paula
.
Few
of
the
native
girls
could
be
compared
with
her
.
She
had
attended
a
convent
school
in
New
Orleans
for
two
years
;
and
when
she
chose
to
display
her
accomplishments
no
one
could
detect
any
difference
between
her
and
the
girls
of
Norfolk
and
Manhattan
.
But
it
was
delicious
to
see
her
at
home
dressed
,
as
she
sometimes
was
,
in
the
native
costume
,
with
bare
shoulders
and
flowing
sleeves
.
Bernard
Brannigan
was
the
great
merchant
of
Coralio
.
Besides
his
store
,
he
maintained
a
train
of
pack
mules
,
and
carried
on
a
lively
trade
with
the
interior
towns
and
villages
.
He
had
married
a
native
lady
of
high
Castilian
descent
,
but
with
a
tinge
of
Indian
brown
showing
through
her
olive
cheek
.
The
union
of
the
Irish
and
the
Spanish
had
produced
,
as
it
so
often
has
,
an
offshoot
of
rare
beauty
and
variety
.
They
were
very
excellent
people
indeed
,
and
the
upper
story
of
their
house
was
ready
to
be
placed
at
the
service
of
Geddie
and
Paula
as
soon
as
he
should
make
up
his
mind
to
speak
about
it
.
By
the
time
two
hours
were
whiled
away
the
consul
tired
of
reading
.
The
papers
lay
scattered
about
him
on
the
gallery
.
Reclining
there
,
he
gazed
dreamily
out
upon
an
Eden
.
A
clump
of
banana
plants
interposed
their
broad
shields
between
him
and
the
sun
.
The
gentle
slope
from
the
consulate
to
the
sea
was
covered
with
the
dark-green
foliage
of
lemon-trees
and
orange-trees
just
bursting
into
bloom
.
A
lagoon
pierced
the
land
like
a
dark
,
jagged
crystal
,
and
above
it
a
pale
ceiba-tree
rose
almost
to
the
clouds
.
The
waving
cocoanut
palms
on
the
beach
flared
their
decorative
green
leaves
against
the
slate
of
an
almost
quiescent
sea
.
His
senses
were
cognizant
of
brilliant
scarlet
and
ochres
amid
the
vert
of
the
coppice
,
of
odours
of
fruit
and
bloom
and
the
smoke
from
Chanca
's
clay
oven
under
the
calabash-tree
;
of
the
treble
laughter
of
the
native
women
in
their
huts
,
the
song
of
the
robin
,
the
salt
taste
of
the
breeze
,
the
diminuendo
of
the
faint
surf
running
along
the
shore
--
and
,
gradually
,
of
a
white
speck
,
growing
to
a
blur
,
that
intruded
itself
upon
the
drab
prospect
of
the
sea
.
Lazily
interested
,
he
watched
this
blur
increase
until
it
became
the
Idalia
steaming
at
full
speed
,
coming
down
the
coast
.
Without
changing
his
position
he
kept
his
eyes
upon
the
beautiful
white
yacht
as
she
drew
swiftly
near
,
and
came
opposite
to
Coralio
.
Then
,
sitting
upright
,
he
saw
her
float
steadily
past
and
on
.
Scarcely
a
mile
of
sea
had
separated
her
from
the
shore
.
He
had
seen
the
frequent
flash
of
her
polished
brass
work
and
the
stripes
of
her
deck-awnings
--
so
much
,
and
no
more
.
Like
a
ship
on
a
magic
lantern
slide
the
Idalia
had
crossed
the
illuminated
circle
of
the
consul
's
little
world
,
and
was
gone
.
Save
for
the
tiny
cloud
of
smoke
that
was
left
hanging
over
the
brim
of
the
sea
,
she
might
have
been
an
immaterial
thing
,
a
chimera
of
his
idle
brain
.
Geddie
went
into
his
office
and
sat
down
to
dawdle
over
his
report
.
If
the
reading
of
the
article
in
the
paper
had
left
him
unshaken
,
this
silent
passing
of
the
Idalia
had
done
for
him
still
more
.
It
had
brought
the
calm
and
peace
of
a
situation
from
which
all
uncertainty
had
been
erased
.
He
knew
that
men
sometimes
hope
without
being
aware
of
it
.
