Michael Arlen,
The Sheik of Alabam
(1924)
“ But all that is ancient history, and what has ancient history to do with Denys, he who stood on the lawn before the Villa Corydon and called out the name of Madeleine, that she should come out and play tennis with him? The hard court lay beside the villa like a cloth of pink silk between the white and yellow cascades of myrtle and mimosa; and far below curved the pretty bay of Cannes, as blue as the blue of a doll’s eyes, and across the bay loitered the yachts with ivory-white sails.... “Madeleine! Oh, Madeleine! Denys, your lover, is calling you!” ”
