They've gone with her." Amory did not understand, but he saw that Olivia's seat was empty; and when he swept the heads for her white veil, it was not there.
"Who has ?" he said.
St.George swerved to the side of the room toward the windows, and old Malakh stood there, crying out and pointing.
"The guard, I think," St.George answered, and was over the low sill of a window, running headlong across the courtyard, Amory behind him.

"There they go," St.George cried.

"Good God, what are we to do?
There they go." Amory looked.

Down a side avenue--one of those tunnels of shadow that taught the necessity of mystery--a great motor car was speeding, and in the dimness the two men could see the white of Olivia's floating veil.
At this, Amory wheeled and searched the length of wall across the yard.

If only--if only-- There on the side of the courtyard opposite the windows of the banquet room stood the motor that was that night to go back to Melita.