You can't have--everything." "All right," said Burke, and felt in his pocket for his pipe.
"Consider it unsaid!" His abrupt acceptance of her remonstrance was curiously disconcerting.

The mastery of his look had led her to expect something different.

She watched him dumbly as he filled his pipe with quiet precision.
Finally, as he looked at her again, she spoke.

"I don't want to seem over-critical--ungrateful, but--" her breath came quickly--"though you have been so awfully good to me, I can't help feeling--that you might have done more for Guy, if--if you had been kinder when he went wrong.

And--" her eyes filled with sudden tears--"that thought spoils--just everything." "I see," said Burke, and though his lips were grim his voice was wholly free from harshness.