"Not at all. I will have them sent back. There is a little shop near by
where you can get what you may need."

Andree had acted according to her lights. It was not an olive-branch,
but a touch of primitive hospitality. She was Delia's enemy at sight,
but a woman must have linen.

Mr. Gasgoyne entered. Gaston prepared to go. "Is there anything more
that I can do?" he said, as it were, to both.

The girl replied. "Nothing at all, thank you." They did not shake
hands.

Mr. Gasgoyne could not think that all had necessarily ended. The thing
might be patched up one day yet. This affair with the dompteuse was mad
sailing, but the man might round-to suddenly and be no worse for the
escapade.

"We are going early in the morning," he said. "We can get along all
right. Good-bye. When do you come to England?"

The reply was prompt. "In a few weeks."

He looked at both. The girl, seeing that he was going to speak further,
bowed and left the room.

His eyes followed her. After a moment, he said firmly

"Mr. Gasgoyne, I am going to face all."