You think that he is here in Monte Carlo on a visit of pleasure--for the sake of his wife, perhaps.
Nothing of the sort! He is here at this moment associated with an iniquitous scheme, the particulars of which I can tell you nothing of.
Furthermore, I repeat what I told you on our first meeting here--that in his still, cold way he is in love with you." "Henry!" she cried.
"I cannot see how you can remain so wilfully blind," Hunterleys continued.

"I know the man inside out.

I warned you against him in London, I warn you against him now.

This forged letter was designed to draw us further apart.

The little brown man who has dogged your footsteps is a spy employed by him to make you believe that I was having you watched.