Some of the cars had already left, others were being prepared for a start.
Below, once more the clouds had parted and the lights twinkled like fireflies through the trees.

This time they could even see the lights from the village of La Turbie, less brilliant but almost at their feet.
Richard glanced upwards.

There was a star clearly visible.
"The clouds are lifting," he said.

"Listen.

If there is no one else, tell me, why there shouldn't be the slightest chance for me?
I am not clever, I am nobody of any account, but I care for you so wonderfully.