She sat there thinking, seeing nothing of the crowds of fashionably dressed women and men passing in and out of the hotel; of the gaily-lit square outside, the cool green of the gardens, the cafe opposite, the brilliantly-lit Casino.

She was back again for a moment in England.

The strain of all this life, whipped into an artificial froth of pleasure by the constant excitement of the one accepted vice of the world, had suddenly lost its hold upon her.

The inevitable question had presented itself.

She was counting values and realising....
When at last she rose wearily to her feet, Hunterleys was passing through the hall of the hotel, on his way out.