They went down together into the vaulted darkness and desolation of the ruined palace. Livingstone, leaning on the wall high above, saw them emerge together into the Forum and step off over the ancient flagged paving. And still hand in hand! Mr. Livingstone had by this time thought of an adequate comparison. They were as sentimental as a couple of Rogers statuettes! Looking up, they saw him leaning there. They waved their hands and called up some laughing greeting to him. But he could not understand what they said, because they were too far away from him. Hand in hand in the fierce, literal brightness of the noonday sun, they trod their new path over the ancient stones. THE END * * * * * TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE Obvious typographical errors have been corrected without comment. Minor inconsistencies in hyphenated words have been adjusted to conform with the author's most frequent usage, except for bed-room/bedroom which are left as in the original. On page 68, "Meisonnier" was changed to "Meissonier" to correspond with the correct spelling of the 19th century painter, as found later on the same page. Accent marks have been added to the following words, based on context, and author's most frequent usage: aperitif: page 152 (in the phrase, "... aperitif at the cafe....") menage: page 156 (in the phrase, "... a young menage;...") chateau: page 452 (in the phrase, "... of the chateau Country....")