None of the old stale amusements appealed to him tonight.

He was feeling very ancient and rather dilapidated.
He went up the steps under the cypress-trees that led from terrace to terrace, pausing at each landing-place to look out over the wonderful sea that was changing every moment with the changing glow of the sunset.
Yes, it was certainly a place for dreams.

Even old Larpent felt the charm--Larpent who had fallen in love twenty years ago for the first and last time! An irrepressible chuckle escaped him.

Funny old Larpent! The wine of the gods had evidently been too strong a brew for him.

It was obvious that he had no desire to repeat the dose.
At his last halting-place he stood longer to drink in the beauty of the evening before entering the hotel.