Three days since Captain Utterbourne had lifted his hat to them on the
doorstep of their new abode—lifted it almost formally, his lips just
flickering to a smile of such supreme opaqueness that no one could
possibly divine anything that happened to be behind it in the way of
emotion. Then the _Star of Troy_ had slipped off, quietly and swiftly.
They had gone down and stood together on the ruined dock and watched
her through the binoculars Captain Utterbourne had given them for a
wedding gift; watched till she sank beneath the rim of a cloudless
horizon; watched even the thin plume of smoke till the blue of the
blazing tropical sky had sucked it into eternal limbo. It was then,
really for the first time, they had become aware of the almost unearthly
stillness....
But how fair it was—what breathless beauty! Stella had never imagined
a spot so rich in sheer natural loveliness. She rambled in moods of
romantic bewilderment; wandered along avenues of lush abundance; heard
the soft thud of cocoanuts, and sipped their icy milk with delight.
All was so strange and utterly new to her; so wonderful. It was like
a dream from which one _must_ waken.... Sometimes it was very subtly
like music one cannot listen to without mysterious tremors beyond the
realm of words. The air was warm and a little heavy with the spice of
moist luxuriance, and dead-ripe fruit tinted with sunshine. One’s spirit
drowsed; merely to breathe was exquisite. Stella roamed in a cloud of
wonder, sometimes almost of awe.... And she thought: what a setting for
the romance that had so suddenly bloomed in her drab life!