There was a chorus of farewell shouts and she glided up into the air, a long row of people waving farewells from the windows.

Prince Shan glanced at his watch,--twenty minutes to six.

He paced the wooden boards and looked again,--ten minutes to six.
Then he stopped suddenly.

Along that gleaming stretch of private road came a car, driven at a rapid pace.

Prince Shan stood and watched it, and as he watched, it seemed almost as though the hidden sun had caught his face and transfigured it.