"But for you--" and her voice shook.
"Hush!" said Hanaud--"all that is over; we will not speak of it." Celia looked out across the road on to the trees, of which the dark foliage was brightened and made pale by the lights of the restaurant.
Out on the water some one was singing.
"It seems impossible to me," she said in a low voice, "that I am here, in the open air, and free." Hanaud looked at his watch.
"Mlle.

Celie, it is past ten o'clock.

M.Ricardo's car is waiting there under the trees.

I want you to drive back to Aix.

I have taken rooms for you at an hotel, and there will be a nurse from the hospital to look after you." "Thank you, monsieur," she said; "you have thought of everything.