I have heard it said that he is a little infatuated." "Thank you," she murmured, "that is quite enough." The formalities were concluded and the car drove on.

They paused at the last turn to gaze downward at the wonderful view--the gorgeous Bay of Mentone, a thousand feet below, with its wealth of mimosa-embosomed villas; Monte Carlo glittering on the sea-board; the sweep of Monaco, red-roofed, picturesque.

And behind, the mountains, further away still, the dim, snow-capped heights.

Violet looked, as she was bidden, but her eyes seemed incapable of appreciation.

When the car moved on, she leaned back in her seat and dropped her veil.