“It must be so,” Julia said, “as long as men and women are idle.”

“But how can we be anything but idle?  There’s nothing to do on this island.”

“I don’t know,” said Julia slowly; “I don’t know.”

“Julia,” Billy said in a pleading voice, “marry me!”

A strange expression came into Julia’s eyes.  Part of it was irresolution and part of it was terror.  But a poignant wistful tenderness fused. both these emotions, shot them with light.

“Not yet,” she said in a terrified voice.  “Not yet!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know — why.  Only that I cannot.”

“Then, when will you marry me?  Julia, I see all the others together and it — — .  You don’t know what it does to me.”

“Yes, I know!  It kills me too.”

“Then why wait?”

“Because — — .”  The poignant look went for an instant from Julia’s eyes.  A strange brooding came in its place.  “Because a little voice inside says, ‘Wait!’”

“Julia, do you love me?”

Julia did not answer.  She only looked at him.

“You are sure there is nobody else?”

“I am sure.  There could never be anybody else — after that first night when I waked you from sleep.”

“It is forever, then?”

“Forever.”

Billy sighed.  “I’ll wait, then — until eternity shrivels up.”

They sat for a long time, silent.

“Here comes somebody,” Billy said suddenly.  “It’s one of the girls,” he added after a moment of listening.  “I’ll leave you, I guess.”

He melted into the darkness.

A woman appeared, dragging herself along by means of the rail.  It was
Lulu, a strange Lulu, a Lulu pallid and silent, but a Lulu shining-eyed. 
She pulled herself over to Julia’s side.  “Julia!” “Julia!  Oh, Julia!”

Lulu’s voice was not voice.  It was not speech.  Liquid sound flowed from her lips, crystallizing at the touch of the air, to words.  “Julia, I came to you first, after Honey.  I wanted you to know.”

“Oh, Lulu,” Julia said, “not — — .”

Her eyes reflected the stars in Lulu’s eyes.  And there they stood, their two faces throwing gleam for gleam.

“Yes,” said Lulu.  Suddenly she knelt sobbing on the floor, her face in Julia’s lap.

G.

Mid-afternoon on Angel Island.

Four women sat in the Honeymoon House, sewing.  Outside the world still lay in sunshine, the land cut by the beginning of shadow, the sea streaked with purple and green.

“Why didn’t you bring the children?” Julia, asked.

Lulu answered.  “Honey and Frank were going in swimming this morning, and they said they’d take care of them.  I’m glad to get Honey-Boy off my hands for an afternoon.”

“And why hasn’t Peachy come?” Julia asked.  I stopped as I went by,” Lulu explained.  Oh, Julia, I wish you didn’t live way off here — it takes us an hour of crawling to pull ourselves along the path.  Angela hadn’t waked up yet.  It was a longer nap than usual.  Peachy said she’d come just as soon as she opened her eyes.  I went in to look at her.  Oh, she’s such a darling, smiling in her sleep.  Oh, I do hope I have a girl-baby sometime.”