From moody and incomplete phrases it became apparent that Mr Verloc had been considering the expediency of emigrating.

It was not very clear whether he had in his mind France or California.
The utter unexpectedness, improbability, and inconceivableness of such an event robbed this vague declaration of all its effect.

Mrs Verloc, as placidly as if her husband had been threatening her with the end of the world, said: "The idea!" Mr Verloc declared himself sick and tired of everything, and besides--She interrupted him.
"You've a bad cold." It was indeed obvious that Mr Verloc was not in his usual state, physically and even mentally.

A sombre irresolution held him silent for a while.

Then he murmured a few ominous generalities on the theme of necessity.
"Will have to," repeated Winnie, sitting calmly back, with folded arms, opposite her husband.