"You bet they'll try."
"Suppose they got you! Tony! Tony, they might try and make you speak."
He did his best to calm her but she went on furiously.
"It's true. Men are brutes—vile beasts—where money is concerned. Oh, I hate this—hate every bit of it. Power—healing—it's only another name for the money grab—the horrible cutthroat money grab. Tony, you shan't go—I won't let you go—I'll prevent you by every means——"
"Now, my dear," he begged, putting his arms about her, "be a good sensible little girl—be a baby for three weeks. You've all your trousseau to get—heaps of people to see. Why not run over to Paris for a week? Then there's my mother in Devon. She'd be tremendously bucked if——"
"Is this place abroad?" said Isabel.
"I can't tell that even to you."
"When are you starting?"
"Probably in three days' time—latish."
"You're determined to go?"