If she leaves him in the middle of South Africa, with most of the heavy baggage and all the debts, she may reckon it a certainty that on her return from her next honeymoon he will be the first to greet her.
Her surprise at meeting him again is a little unreasonable.

She seems to be under the impression that because she has forgotten him, he is for all practical purposes dead.
"Why I forgot all about him," she seems to be arguing to herself, "seven years ago at least.

According to the laws of Nature there ought to be nothing left of him but just his bones." She is indignant at finding he is still alive, and lets him know it--tells him he is a beast for turning up at his sister's party, and pleads to him for one last favour: that he will go away where neither she nor anybody else of any importance will ever see him or hear of him again.

That's all she asks of him.

If he make a point of it she will--though her costume is ill adapted to the exercise--go down upon her knees to ask it of him.
He brutally retorts that he doesn't know where to "get." The lady travels round a good deal and seems to be in most places.