Adrian's honour would have been safe.

But this simple way out never occurred to him.

Apparently he thought it wiser to sacrifice his career and remain in London so as to buoy Doria up with false hope, all the time praying God to burn down St.Quentin's Mansions (where he lived) and Adrian's portmanteau of rubbish and himself all together.
Suddenly, as soon as Doria could be moved, Mr.Jornicroft stepped in and carried her to the south of France.

Barbara and Jaffery and myself saw her off by the afternoon train at Charing Cross.

She was to rest in Paris for the night and the next day, and proceed the following night to Nice.