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Then came blankness until I awoke several hours after midnight. I was sitting on the curbing of the Pool of Psyche, and some one was holding my hand. I thought it must be Atupu or Lovaina, and groped for a moment before I could pull my senses together.
Two Chinese youths, To Sen and Hon Son, were the regular waiters, but were supplemented by Atupu, Iromea, Pepe, Akura, Tetua, Maru, and Juillet, all Tahitian girls or young women who had a mixed status of domestics, friends, kinfolk, visitors, and hetairae, the latter largely in the sense of entertainers.
A few minutes I stayed awake going over the happenings of the day, and fell asleep in joyful mood that I was in the island I had sought so long in desire and dream. I knew nothing of my visitor, for she had made no audible sound, and the shadows had hidden her. At breakfast the next morning I was waited on by Atupu, the beauty. Her face was tear-stained, and a deep weariness was upon her.
I saw an entry in Lovaina's day-book on the table: "Germani to Fany 3 feathers." This was a charge made by Atupu against a Dane for three cocktails. He took his meals at Mme. Klopfer's restaurant. Her first name is Fanny, and Atupu thinks all men not English, French, or Americans, are Germans; so she identified the Dane as the German who went to Fanny's for his meals.
They found that very difficult, as they had not accurate descriptions. "A beauty named Atupu," or "A black-eyed girl?" They had no aid among the girls they interrogated. "Why bother with some one who may be dead when we are here?" they asked. And Juan listened to the sirens and rested content. At Lovaina's there were seventy to dinner.
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