Celia Harland threw back her head to the stars and drew in a deep breath of the cool night air.
"I did not think," she said in a low voice, "to see the stars again." They walked slowly down the length of the garden, and Hanaud lifted her into the launch.

She turned and caught his coat.
"You must come too," she said stubbornly.
Hanaud sprang in beside her.
"For tonight," he said gaily, "I am your papa!" Ricardo and the others followed, and the launch moved out over the lake under the stars.

The bow was turned towards Geneva, the water tumbled behind them like white fire, the night breeze blew fresh upon their faces.

They disembarked at the landing-stage, and then Lemerre bowed to Celia and took his leave.

Hanaud led Celia up on to the balcony of the restaurant and ordered supper.