Below them was a tangle of mimosa trees and rhododendrons, and further below still the blue Mediterranean.

She sank into a chair.
"You may sit here," she said, "just long enough for me to convince you that your coming was a mistake.

Indeed that is so.

I do not wish to seem foolish or unkind, but my father and I are living here with one unbreakable rule, and that is that we make no acquaintances whatsoever." "That sounds rather queer," he remarked.

"Don't you find it dull ?" "If I do," she went on, "it is only for a little time.