"I should just like to know who it is trying to get me kicked out." "Can't you guess ?" Hunterleys asked.

"There is one person who I think would be quite as well pleased to see the back of you." "Here in Monte Carlo ?" "Absolutely!" Richard was mystified.
"You are not very bright, I am afraid," Hunterleys observed.

"What about your friend Mr.Grex ?" Richard whistled softly.
"Are you serious ?" "Of course I am," Hunterleys assured him.
"But has he any pull here, this Mr.Grex ?" Hunterleys' eyes twinkled for a moment.
"Yes," he replied, "I think that Mr.Grex has very considerable influence in this part of the world, and he is a man who, I should say, was rather used to having his own way." "I gathered that I wasn't exactly popular with him this afternoon," Richard remarked meditatively.

"I've been out there to call." Hunterleys stopped short upon the pavement.
"What ?" he exclaimed.
"I have been out to call at the Villa Mimosa," Richard repeated.

"I don't see anything extraordinary in that." "Did you see--Miss Fedora ?" "Rather! And thank you for telling me her name, at any rate.