Hearing of it, Mallard ejaculated mentally, "Idiot!" "It was all over with me.

I broke faith with you--as I should have done with any man; as I should have done if the lives of a hundred people had depended on my coming.

I didn't write, because I preferred not to write lies, and if I had told the truth, I knew you would come at once.
To be sure, silence might have had the same result, but I had to risk something, and I risked that." "I marvel at your disinclination to lie." "What do you mean by saying that ?" broke out Elgar, with natural warmth.
"I mean simply what I say.

Go on." "After all, Mallard, I don't quite know why you should take this tone with me.

If a man falls in love, he thinks of nothing but how to gain his end; I should think even you can take that for granted.