10Chrissie opened her eyes and could not for a moment remember where she was. Then the softness of her bed, the silk spread which covered her and the sunshine coming through the Venetian blinds, which cast variegated patterns on the walls, told her clearly that she was still in Monte Carlo.
She had been dreaming that she was back in London, and for a moment after waking she still seemed to hear the shrill voices of dirty children playing outside in the street and smell the inevitable stink of stale cabbage and bad drains which seemed to impregnate the atmosphere of every lodging house.
No, she was still in Monte Carlo. She lay still, sensuously enjoying the unaccustomed luxury and comfort of her surroundings. Then her sensation of satisfaction was supplanted almost immediately by one of
