The other affair, though we worked it so well, proved a miserable fiasco." "And very nearly gave us away into the bargain," he declared.

"I tell you frankly, Winnie, that if we can't pay a level five thousand in three weeks' time the truth will be out, and you know what that will mean." He was watching her handsome face as he spoke, and he noticed how pale and drawn were her features as he referred to certain ugly truths that might leak out.
"Yes," she gasped, "I know, James.

We'd both find ourselves under arrest.

Such a _contretemps_ is really too terrible to think of." "But, my dear girl, it must be faced," he said, "if we don't get the money.

Can't you work Sir Henry for a bit more, say another thousand.
Make an excuse that you have bills to pay in London--dressmakers, jewellers, milliners--any good story will surely do.