A pale blue light, like a thin mist, enveloped the distant landscape.
"The dream is over," murmured Marsa.
"A far more beautiful one will soon begin," said Andras, "and that one will be the realization of what I have waited for all my life and never found--love." Marsa turned to the Prince with a look full of passionate admiration and devotion, which told him how thoroughly his love was returned.
The quadrille had ended, and a waltz was beginning.

The little Japanese, with his eternal smile, like the bronze figures of his country, was dancing with a pre-raphaelite English girl.
"How well you dance," she said.
"If we only had some favors," replied the Japanese, showing his teeth in a grin, "I would lead the cotillon." The boat stopped at last at Maisons-Lafitte.

The great trees of the park formed a heavy mass, amid which the roof of the villa was just discernible.
"What a pity it is all over," cried the Baroness, who was ruddy as a cherry with the exercise of dancing.

"Let us have another; but Maisons-Lafitte is too near.

We will go to Rouen the next time; or rather, I invite you all to a day fete in Paris, a game of polo, a lunch, a garden party, whatever you like.