She sat on the veranda of her villa and looked out on the moonlit Mediterranean and wanted to cry--"J'avais envie de Pleurer"-- because she was all alone, having entertained at dinner a heap of dull and ugly people.

She had spent a day on the yacht of a Russian Grand-Duke.

"Il m'a fait une cour effrenee"-- Paul thirsted immediately for the blood of this Grand-Duke, who had dared to make violent love to her.

But when, a few lines farther on, he found that she had guessed his jealousy and laughed at it, he laughed too.

"Don't be afraid.