"You don't know what a load on my mind that money has been, and how I was growing to detest Mr.Draconmeyer." He smiled.
"I was rather hating the beast myself," he admitted.

"Tell me, what are your plans, really ?" "I hadn't made any," she confessed, "except to get away as quickly as I could." He leaned a little across the table.
"Elopements are rather in the fashion," he said.

"What do you think?
Couldn't we have a little dinner at Ciro's and catch the last train to Nice; have a look at Richard and his wife and then go on to Cannes, and make our way back to England later ?" She looked at him and his face grew younger.

There was something in her eyes which reminded him of the days which for so many weary months he had been striving to forget.
"Henry," she murmured, "I have been very foolish.

If you can trust me once more, I think I can promise that I'll never be half so idiotic again." He rose to his feet blithely.
"It has been my fault just as much," he declared, "and the fault of circumstances.