She was engaged to Jack Meredith--poor Jack, who was working for her, ever so hard, somewhere near the Equator--and if Guy Oscard did not know this he had only himself to blame.

There were plenty of people ready to tell him.

He had only to ask.
Millicent Chyne, like Guy, was hampered at the outset of life by theories upon it.

Experience, the fashionable novel, and modern cynicism had taught her to expect little from human nature--a dangerous lesson, for it eases responsibility, and responsibility is the Ten Commandments rolled into a compact whole, suitable for the pocket.
She expected of no man--not even of Jack--that perfect faithfulness in every word and thought which is read of in books.

And it is one of the theories of the day that what one does not expect one is not called upon to give.