He did not give it because she was or was not a witch--but because he himself wanted to at the time, I suppose; therefore, it was binding." "A man should always keep his word, even to a woman, then ?" and John Derringham smiled finely.
"Why not to a woman as well as a man ?" Halcyone asked surprised.

"You do not see the point at all it seems.

It is not to whom it is you give your word--it is to you it matters that you keep it, because to break it degrades yourself." "You reason well, fair nymph," he said gallantly; he was frankly amused.
"What may your age be?
A thousand years more or less will not make any difference!" "You may laugh at me if you like," said Halcyone, and she smiled; his gayety was infectious, "but I am not so very young.

I shall be thirteen in October, the seventh of October." John Derringham appeared to be duly impressed with this antiquity, and went on gravely: "So you and the Master discuss these knotty points of honor and expediency together, do you, as a recreation from the Greek syntax?
I should like to hear you." "The Professor does not believe in men much," Halcyone said.

"He says they are all honorable to one another until they are tempted--and that they are never honorable to a woman when another woman comes upon the scene.