There was no wandering alone on the quay for Merefleet that night.

It was very warm and he sat on the terrace with his American friend.

Far away over at New Silverstrand, a band was playing, and the music came floating across the harbour with the silvery sweetness which water imparts.

The lights of the new town were very bright.

It looked like a dream-city seen from afar.
"I guess we are just a couple of Peris shut outside," said Mab in her brisk, unsentimental voice.