He need not have been alone. He had left the hotel with friends, but he had drifted away from them in the crowd. One of them--a girl--had sought somewhat palpably to keep him near her, and he had responded with some show of ardour for a time, and then something about her had struck a note of discord within him and the glamour had faded.
"Little fool!" he murmured to himself. "She'd give me her heart to break if I'd have it."
And then he laughed in sheer ridicule of his own jaded senses. He recognized the indifference of satiety. An easy conquest no longer attracted him.
He began to stroll towards the quay, loitering here and there as if to give to Fates a chance to keep him if they would. Yes, Sheila Melrose was a little idiot. Why couldn't she realize that she