A railway-carriage has brought you to steps leading up to the garden in which these princely halls are built, and when the music is over will again take you home.

Nothing can be more perfect than the concert-room at Monte Carlo, and nothing more charming; and for all this there is nothing whatever to pay.
But by whom;--out of whose pocket are all these good things provided?
They tell you at Monte Carlo that from time to time are to be seen men walking off in the dark of the night or the gloom of the evening, or, for the matter of that, in the broad light of day, if the stern necessity of the hour require it, with a burden among them, to be deposited where it may not be seen or heard of any more.

They are carrying away "all that mortal remains" of one of the gentlemen who have paid for your musical entertainment.

He has given his all for the purpose, and has then--blown his brains out.

It is one of the disagreeable incidents to which the otherwise extremely pleasant money-making operations of the establishment are liable.