She glanced up incredulously.

"Can't get back?" she repeated. "Oh, but we must."

Tony shook his head.

"Can't be done," he answered. "It seems that infernal train is the only
means of getting up and down from here. You can't motor or drive. There's
no road."

The out-of-date magazine slid suddenly off Ann's knee and fell with a plop
on the floor.

"Are you serious?" she asked, still hardly able to believe him. "Do you
really mean we--we've got to stay the night here?"

She could read the answer to her question in the unmistakable concern which
was written on his face.

"Oh, but it's impossible!" she exclaimed in deep dismay. "We can't--we
can't stay here!" She sprang up, clasping and unclasping her hands
agitatedly. "Don't you _see_, Tony, that it's impossible?"

"We've no choice," he replied bluntly. "If there were any possible way of
getting you back to Villa Mon Reve to-night, I'd move heaven and earth to
do it. But there _isn't_. We've no more chance of getting away from here
than rats in a trap."