A few fishermen were getting their boats ready for the morning, but otherwise it was very quiet. He thought that perhaps he had made a mistake, Larina must in fact have been at the end of the jetty and he had not seen her.
He walked back to the boat.
Everything was as he had left it and there was no sign of her.
He wondered where on earth she could have gone to. In spite of what she had said to him yesterday she had never seemed to be unpredictable, but always easy and pliable, and in that aspect different from any other woman he had ever known.
He decided that she would not be long and he might as well open the wine.
He found a corkscrew, drew the cork from one of the bottles and sampled it. It was good, although it did not compare with the wine they drank at the Villa, most of which
