Celie," said Hanaud, and his voice told her that he was moved, "that is a very pretty thing which you have said to me." The lights of the city fell away behind them.

Now only a glow in the sky spoke of Geneva; now even that was gone and with a smooth continuous purr the car raced through the cool darkness.

The great head lamps threw a bright circle of light before them and the road slipped away beneath the wheels like a running tide.

Celia fell asleep.

Even when the car stopped at the Pont de La Caille she did not waken.