It was the big cockchafers we had for a year or so that decided her.

They came from the giant larvae--nasty things as big as rats--in the valley turf ...
"And the ants no doubt weighed with her also.
"Since everything was upset and there was no peace and quietness anywhere now, she said she thought she might just as well be at Monte Carlo as anywhere else.

And she went.
"She played pretty boldly, I'm told.

Died in a hotel there.

Very sad end...