His final question whether Miss Power had received a letter from England which must have arrived the day previous was answered in the affirmative.
Somerset's first and sudden resolve was to follow on after them to the hotel named; but he finally decided to make his immediate visit to Monte Carlo only a cautious reconnoitre, returning to Nice to sleep.
Accordingly, after an early dinner, he again set forth through the broad Avenue de la Gare, and an hour on the coast railway brought him to the beautiful and sinister little spot to which the Power and De Stancy party had strayed in common with the rest of the frivolous throng.
He assumed that their visit thither would be chiefly one of curiosity, and therefore not prolonged.

This proved to be the case in even greater measure than he had anticipated.

On inquiry at the hotel he learnt that they had stayed only one night, leaving a short time before his arrival, though it was believed that some of the party were still in the town.
In a state of indecision Somerset strolled into the gardens of the Casino, and looked out upon the sea.

There it still lay, calm yet lively; of an unmixed blue, yet variegated; hushed, but articulate even to melodiousness.

Everything about and around this coast appeared indeed jaunty, tuneful, and at ease, reciprocating with heartiness the rays of the splendid sun; everything, except himself.