"Not bad.But you must have seen pictures of her.He painted her over and over again, sometimes with a on and sometimes withnothing at all.Yes, she was pretty enough.And she knew how to cook.I taught her myself.I saw Strickland was thinking of it, so I said to him: 'I've given her good wages and she's saved them, and the captains and the first mates she's known have given her a little something now and then.She's saved several hundred francs.'
"He pulled his great red beard and smiled.
"`Well, Ata,' he said, 'do you fancy me for a husband.' "She did not say anything, but just giggled.
"`But I tell you, my poor Strickland, the girl has a for you,' I said.
"I shall beat you,' he said, looking at her.
"`How else should I know you loved me,' she answered."Tiare broke off her narrative and addressed herself to me reflectively."My first husband, Captain Johnson, used to thrash me regularly.Hewas a man.He was handsome, six foot three, and when he was drunk there was no holding him. I would be black and blue all over for days at a time.Oh, I cried when he died.I thought I should never get over it.But it wasn't till I married George Rainey that I knew what I'd lost.You can never tell what a man is like till you live with him.I've never been so deceived in a man as I was in George Rainey.He was a fine, upstanding fellow too.He was nearly as tall as Captain Johnson, and he looked strong enough.But it was all on the surface.He never drank.He never raised his hand to me.He might have been a missionary.I made love with the officers of every ship that touched the island, and George Rainey never saw anything.At last I was disgusted with him, and I got a divorce.What was the good of a husband like that? It's a terrible thing the way some men treat women."I condoled with Tiare, and remarked feelingly that men were deceivers ever, then asked her to go on with her story of Strickland.
"`Well,' I said to him, `there's no hurry about it.Take your time and think it over. Ata has a very nice room in the annexe. Live with her for a month, and see how you like her.You can have your meals here.And at the end of a month, if you decide you want to marry her, you can just go and settle down on her property.'
"Well, he agreed to that.Ata continued to do the housework, and I gave him his meals as I said I would.I taught Ata to make one or two dishes I knew he was fond of.He did not paint much.He wandered about the hills and bathed in the stream.And he sat about the front looking at the lagoon, and at sunset he would go down and look at Murea.He used to go fishing on the reef.He loved to moon about the harbour talking to the natives.He was a nice, quiet fellow.And every evening after dinner he would go down to the annexe with Ata.I saw he was longing to get away to the bush, and at the end of the month I asked him what he intended to do.He said if Ata was willing to go, he was willing to go with her.So I gave them a wedding dinner.I cooked it with my own hands.I gave them a pea soup and lobster and a curry, and a cocoa-nut salad -- you've never had one of my cocoa-nut salads, have you? I must make you one before you go -- and then I made them an ice.We had all the champagne we could drink and liqueurs to follow.Oh, I'd made up my mind to do things well.And afterwards we danced in the drawing-room.I was not so fat, then, and I always loved dancing."The drawing-room at the Hotel de la Fleur was a small room, with a cottage piano, and a suite of mahogany furniture, covered in stamped velvet, neatly arranged around the walls.On round tables were photograph albums, and on the walls enlarged photographs of Tiare and her first husband, Captain Johnson.Still, though Tiare was old and fat, on occasion we rolled back the Brussels carpet, brought in the maids and one or two friends of Tiare's, and danced, though now to the wheezy music of a gramaphone.On the verandah the air was scented with the heavy perfume of the tiare, and overhead the Southern Cross shone in a cloudless sky.
Tiare smiled indulgently as she remembered the gaiety of a time long passed.
"We kept it up till three, and when we went to bed I don't think anyone was very sober.I had told them they could have my trap to take them as far as the road went, because after that they had a long walk.Ata's property was right away in a fold of the mountain.They started at dawn, and the boy I sent with them didn't come back till next day.
"Yes, that's how Strickland was married."
