Sooner or later they would come to know that he had tricked them, and then--well, he could only shake his head in dubious contemplation of the hundred things that might happen.

He smiled as he smoked, however, for he looked down upon a world that thought only of the night at hand.
The chateau was indeed the home of revelry.

The pent-up, struggling spirits of those who had dwelt therein for months in solitude arose in the wild stampede for freedom.

All petty differences between Lady Deppingham and Drusilla Browne, and they were quite common now, were forgotten in the whirlwind of relief that came with the strangers from the yacht.

Mrs.Browne's good-looking eager husband revelled in the prospect of this delirious night--this almost Arabian night.