The result is we must set our faces, tell lies, and hope that fortune will favour us." There was a strong contrast between Quarrier's glowing vehemence and the show of calm reflection which the other maintained as he listened.
Denzil's face was fully lighted by the fire; his friend's received the shadow of an old-fashioned screen which Glazzard, finding the heat oppressive, had pulled forward a few minutes ago.

The frank, fearless gaze with which Denzil's words were accompanied met no response; but to this habit in the listener he was accustomed.
"Yes, we must tell lies!" Quarrier emphasized the words savagely.
"Social law is stupid and unjust, imposing its obligation without regard to person or circumstance.

It presumes that no one can be _trusted_.

I decline to be levelled with the unthinking multitude.

You and I can be a law to ourselves.