There was the sun sparkling on a wide stretch of water edged with high trees, and gay with little sailing boats, each boat with its human freight of two lovers.

Jutting out into the blue lake was a great white building, which Sylvia realised must be the Casino.

And under each picture ran the words "Lacville-les-Bains" printed in very black letters.
When she got to the Gare du Nord the same advertisement stared down at her from the walls of the station and of the waiting-rooms.
It was certainly odd that she had never heard of Lacville, and that the place had never been mentioned to her by any of those of her English acquaintances who thought they knew Paris so well.
The Lacville train was full of happy, chattering people.

In her first-class carriage she had five fellow-travellers--a man and woman and three children.

They looked cheerful, prosperous people, and soon the husband and wife began talking eagerly together.
"I really think," said the lady suddenly, "that we might have chosen some other place than Lacville in which to spend to-day! There are many places the children would have enjoyed more." "But there is no place," said her husband in a jovial tone, "where I can spend an amusing hour in the afternoon." "Ah, my friend, I feared that was coming!" exclaimed his wife, shaking her head.