There was something wrong--she felt it in the atmosphere--something that was almost choking her.
"Let us go back," she insisted.
He ordered the car without another word and they started off homewards.
It was not until they were nearing Monte Carlo that he spoke of anything save the slightest topics.
"You must have a little more money," he told her, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That is a necessity.

There is no need to worry your husband.

I shall go and bring you a thousand pounds.

You can give me the cheques later." She sat looking steadfastly ahead of her.