CHAPTER XIII A GALA NIGHT

The Pavilion Fleuri certainly deserved its pretty name in summer time. Once a very beautiful private villa, built near the edge of the cliffs and a mile or so beyond the town, it had been recently transformed into a restaurant _de luxe_ where, when the weather permitted—which was very often indeed in this southern corner of sunny France—dinner was served outdoors in an immense paved court overlooking the sea. In the centre of the court was set a raised dancing-floor, made of glass. And this evening, being the occas…