After dinner she disappeared, shutting herself up to read the letter.
'DEAR MISS NUNN,--I am sitting at a little marble table outside a cafe on the Cannibiere.

Does that name convey anything to you?
The Cannibiere is the principal street of Marseilles, street of gorgeous cafe's and restaurants, just now blazing with electric light.

You, no doubt, are shivering by the fireside; here it is like an evening of summer.

I have dined luxuriously, and I am taking my coffee whilst I write.

At a table near to me sit two girls, engaged in the liveliest possible conversation, of which I catch a few words now and then, pretty French phrases that caress the ear.