A dreamy languor lay upon her.

She heard the cry of the night birds, the singing of woodland insects, but she was not aware of these persistent sounds; far below in the grassy court she could hear Britt conversing with Saunders and Miss Pelham; behind her in the little garden, Lady Deppingham and Browne had their heads close together over a table on which they were playing a newly discovered game of "solitaire"; Deppingham and Mrs.Browne leaned against the opposite railing, looking down into the valley.

The soft night wind fanned her face, bringing to her nostrils the scent of the fragrant forest.

It was the first night in a week that he had missed coming to the chateau.
She missed him.

She was lonely.
He had told her of the meeting that was to be held at the bungalow that night, at which he was to be asked to deliver over to Rasula's committee the papers, the receipts and the memoranda that he had accumulated during his months of employment in their behalf.