She longed to befriend him--to do something for him, motherwise--she knew not what.
Her adventure by now had failed to be adventurous.

The spice of danger had vanished.

She knew she could sit beside this helpless being till the day of doom without fear of molestation by word or act.
He obtained a light for his cigarette from the cabman and smoked in silence.

Gradually the languor of the night again stole over her senses, and she forgot his existence.

The carriage had turned homeward, and at a bend of the road, high up above the sea, Monte Carlo came into view, gleaming white far away below, like a group of fairy palaces lit by fairy lamps, sheltered by the great black promontory of Monaco.