They were sitting in the rose garden with Valentia. It was still quite light, though the sunset glow had nearly faded. There was a rich mellow tone in the sky, a promise of peace, a feeling that it was the end of the day, which, combined with the almost cloyingly sweet scent of the roses, was enough to make any one feel poetical.
"To think we've never seen the sun rise here!" exclaimed Valentia.
Romer here joined them, smoking a cigarette.
"Hasn't Romer ever seen the sun rise here?" Vaughan asked.
"Never," said Romer.
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I suppose because it always happens after I've gone to bed," he answered drily.
"Let's sit up all night and see it to-morrow," suggested Valentia.
"Yes. Capital! Do let us!" said Harry.
Romer did not appear much taken with this scheme.