"How curious!" said Cardo. "You have almost described my father and my
home! I think we ought to be friends with so much in common."
"Yes, perhaps," said the girl, looking pensively out to sea, where the
sea-horses were tossing up their white manes in the moonlight. "Well,
good-bye," she added, holding out her hand.
"Good-bye," answered Cardo, taking the proffered hand in a firm, warm
grasp. "Will we meet again soon?" he said, dropping it reluctantly.
"No, I think," said Valmai, as she began the steep path up the hill.
Cardo stood a moment looking after her, and as she turned to look back,
he called out: "Yes, I hope."
She waved her hand, and disappeared behind a broom bush.
"Valmai! Valmai!" he said, as he tramped off in the opposite
direction. "Yes, she is Valmai!"