Chapter

1 I   | Nothing! There ought to be a summer garden here, open at night,
2 II  |   the Seine, the delights of summer, of everything they could
3 IX  |      had once been prodigal. Summer glided by; then autumn,
4 XIII|    Roys had spent the entire summer in Paris, leading a vigorous
5 XIII|     had increased during the summer. They were both Bohemians