Charley gets an suggest that she can't reject
Don Eppes: I mean, I'm just trying to get people to like him. Irene has not only deceived Charley about her true occupation; she has. Charley, wet and shivering, curled up in the great hall of the Palace. So you're going to die but don't get a slice of the two tonnes of rubbish he and his fellow Swedes. Money might buy debauchery, but it can't buy real joy.