For some unaccountable reason, he held himself aloof from the men and women that his charges were fighting.

He met the two lawyers often, but nothing passed between them that could have been regarded as the slightest breach of trust.

He lived like a rajah in his shady bungalow, surrounded by the luxuries of one to whom all things are brought indivisible.

If he had any longing for the society of women of his own race and kind, he carefully concealed it; his indifference to the subtle though unmistakable appeals of the two gentlewomen in the chateau was irritating in the extreme.

When he deliberately, though politely, declined their invitation to tea one afternoon, their humiliation knew no bounds.