6Mistral knelt in the little Chapel of St. Dévote. It was overshadowed by the deep ravine at the foot of which it was built, so that little light penetrated through the stained glass windows, and inside the Church it was dim and dark save for the candles flickering in front of the Lady Chapel and the Sanctuary light hanging before the Altar.
There were but half a dozen people present for Benediction although it was the Feast of St. Joseph, and Mistral, saying the prayers that the Nuns had taught her, suddenly remembered Sir Robert’s words, ‘There are few Saints in Monte Carlo’.
She could hear quite clearly the humorous note in his voice, see the hint of laughter in his grey eyes as he looked down at her. How handsome he was! It was funny, Mistral thought, but ever since that morning when
