I am not the first woman, I suppose, who has lost her head at Monte Carlo," she added, a little defiantly.
"Does Mr.Draconmeyer know that you are leaving ?" he asked.
"Not yet," she answered, after a moment's hesitation.

"I had an interview with him yesterday and I realised at once that the money must be paid, and without delay.

I realised, too, that it was better I should leave Monte Carlo and break off my association with these people for the present." In a sense it was a sordid story, yet to Hunterleys her words sounded like music.
"I am very pleased indeed," he said quietly, "that you feel like that.
Draconmeyer is not a man to whom I should like my wife to owe money for a moment longer than was absolutely necessary." "Your estimate of him was correct," she confessed slowly.

"I am sorry, Henry." He rose suddenly to his feet.

An inspiration had seized him.
"Come," he declared, "we will pay Draconmeyer back without sending you home to sell your securities.