In front of them stretched an arc of glittering lights--the wonderful Bay of Mentone, with Bordighera on the distant sea-board; higher up, the twinkling lights from the villas built on the rocky hills.

And at their feet the sea, calm, deep, blue, lapping the narrow belt of hard sand, scintillating with the reflection of a thousand lights; on the horizon a blood-red moon, only half emerged from the sea.
"Since we have met, Henry," Lady Hunterleys said at last, "there is something which I should like to say to you." "Certainly!" She glanced behind.

Susanne had fallen discreetly into the rear.

She was a new importation and she had no idea as to the identity of the tall, severe-looking Englishman who walked by her mistress's side.
"There is something going on in Monte Carlo," Lady Hunterleys went on, "which I cannot understand.

Mr.Draconmeyer knows about it, I believe, although he is not personally concerned in it.