Please do it--please--" Paul looked at her with hard, unresponsive eyes.

Lives depended on his answer.
"I did not come here to discuss Claude de Chauxville," he said, "but you, and our future." Etta drew herself up as one under the lash, and waited with set teeth.
"I propose," he said, in a final voice which made it no proposition at all, "that you go home to England at once with--your cousin.

This country is not safe for you.

The house in London will be at your disposal.

I will make a suitable settlement on you, sufficient to live in accordance with your title and position.