'Did you tell Kato?' 'Damn your intuition!' he said angrily. She lashed at him then, making him feel guilty, miserable, ridiculous, though as he sat scowling over the sea--they were in their favourite place at the bottom of the garden, where under the pergola of gourds it was cool even at that time of the day--he appeared to her more than usually unmoved and forbidding. After a long pause,-- 'Julian, I am sorry.--I don't often apologise.--I said I was sorry.' He looked coldly at her with his mournful eyes, that, green in repose, turned black in anger. 'Your vanity makes me ill.' 'You told Kato.' 'Jealousy!' She began to protest; then, with a sudden change of front,-- 'You know I am jealous. When I am jealous, I lie awake all night. I lose all sense of proportion. It's no joke, my jealousy; it's like an open wound. I put up a stockade round it to protect it. You are not considerate.' 'Can you never forget yourself? Do you care nothing for the Islands? Are you so self-centred, so empty-headed? Are all women, I wonder, as vain as you?' They sat on the parapet, angry, inimical, with the coloured gourds hanging heavily over their heads. Far out to sea the Islands lay, so pure and fair and delicate that Julian, beholding them, violently rejected the idea that in this possession of such disarming loveliness his grandfather had seen merely a lever for the coercion of recalcitrant politicians. They lay there as innocent and fragile as a lovely woman asleep, veiled by the haze of sunshine as the sleeper's limbs by a garment of lawn. Julian gazed till his eyes and his heart swam in the tenderness of passionate and protective ownership. He warmed towards his grandfather, the man whose generous ideals had been so cynically libelled by the succeeding generation. No man deserving the name could be guilty of so repulsive an act of prostitution.... 'They will see me here again,' he exclaimed, striking his fist on the parapet. To the startled question in Eve's eyes he vouchsafed an explanation. 'Malteios is sending me away. But when his term of office is over, I shall come back. It will be a good opportunity. We will break with Herakleion over the change of government. Kato will restrain Malteios so long as he is in power, I can trust her; but I shall make my break with Stavridis.' In his plans for the future he had again forgotten Eve. 'You are going away?' 'For a year or perhaps longer,' he said gloomily.