The love of a good woman would be your salvation.

Yes, you may scoff.

But--whether you admit it or not--it is the truth.

And you know it." But Nap had ceased already to scoff; the sneer had gone from his face.

He had turned his head keenly as one who listens.
It was nearly a minute later that he spoke, and by that time the humming of an approaching motor was clearly audible.
Then, "It may be the truth," he said, in a tone as deliberate as his brother's, "and it may not.