One or two gamblers had often come to the Nice villa, but except that they were better looking types and wore well made clothes, she had classed them with the rest of her husband's acquaintances.

She had read numbers of English classics but practically no novels, so she could not very well picture a state of things she was ignorant about.

Sufficient for the day was the evil thereof.
She was getting slightly impatient when at last the two came in.
They had been told of her arrival; she knew that by their glad, hurried mounting of the stairs and the quick opening of the door.
"Cherisette, Angel! But what joy!" And Mirko hurled himself into her arms, while Mimo kissed her hand.

He never forgot his early palace manners.
"I have brought you good news," she said, as she drew out two ten-pound notes.

"I have made my uncle see reason.