You are free still to act as you will, Violet, but if you have a spark of regard for me or yourself, you will go back to London at once and drop this odious friendship." She leaned back in the car.

They had turned round now and were on the way back to Monte Carlo by the higher road.

She sat with her eyes fixed upon the mountains.

Her heart, in a way, had been touched, her imagination stirred by her husband's words.

She felt a return of that glow of admiration which had thrilled her on the previous night, when he and Richard Lane alone amongst that motley company had played the part of men.