, and, when we wanted him again, as
like as not he would have disappeared. His personal appearance was
against him.

When we protested, his answer came pat.

'He was no money-lender. In the last ten years he had not advanced ten
pesetas. He was a changer of money, a broker, and nothing else.'

Finally he offered one hundred and fifty pounds--at sixty per cent. a
year _or part of a year_.

For one so ignorant of usury, this was not bad. We thanked him acidly,
offered the Bonds for sale, and, after a little calculation, accepted
two hundred and forty-three pounds in Spanish notes.

Half an hour later we had climbed into the cars, anxious to make the
most of our last day in Spain....

If the way to Zarauz was handsome, that from Zarauz to Zumaya was fit
for a king. Take us a range of mountains--bold, rugged, precipitous,
and bring the sea to their foot--no ordinary sea, sirs, but Ocean
himself, the terrible Atlantic to wit, in all his glory. And there,
upon the boundary itself, where his proud waves are stayed, build us a
road, a curling shelf of a road, to follow the line of that most
notable indenture, witnessing the covenant 'twixt land and sea, settled
when Time was born.

Above us, the ramparts of Spain--below, an echelon of rollers,
ceaselessly surging to their doom--before us, a ragged wonder of
coast-line, rising and falling and thrusting into the distance, till
the snarling leagues shrank into murmuring inches and tumult dwindled
into rest--on our right, the might, majesty, dominion and power of
Ocean, a limitless laughing mystery of running white and blue, shining
and swaying and swelling till the eye faltered before so much
magnificence and Sky let fall her curtain to spare the failing
sight--for over six miles we hung over the edge of Europe....

Little wonder that we sailed into Zumaya--all red roofs, white walls
and royal-blue timbers--with full hearts, flushed and exulting. The
twenty precious minutes which had just gone by were charged with the
spirit of the Odyssey.

Arrived at the village, we stopped, to wait for the others. So soon as
they came, we passed on slowly along the road to Deva. Perhaps a mile
from Zumaya we ate our lunch....

The comfortable hush which should succeed a hearty meal made in the
open air upon a summer's day was well established. Daphne and Adele
were murmuring conversation: in a low voice Jill was addressing Berry
and thinking of Piers: pipe in mouth, Jonah