For the love of heaven, let's get out of here.

We've got hard work ahead of us, at Genoa--and we've got only till Friday to get there!" He did not notice her look, her momentary look of mingled reproof and weariness and disdain.
"Now, quick!" she merely said, as she flung the door open and stepped out into the hall.

Luckily, it was empty, from end to end.
Durkin, with assumed nonchalance, walked quietly away.

She waited to turn the key in the door, and withdrew it from the lock.

Then she followed her husband down the corridor, and a minute or two later rejoined him in the fragrant and balmy midnight air of Monaco..