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The dinner party _a deux_ at Juan-les-Pins had been very happily accomplished. The rising of the moon found Hamer Wildburn and Lucienne a little weary, but exceedingly content, still seated at their table on the terrace of the Casino. The place was thinning out, for the gambling was in full swing, but the divine stillness of the night, the queer attraction of the hanging lights, the softly played music, had tempted many to linger.
"When," the young man asked, not for the first time, "is that father of yours really coming back from Paris?"