"No true gentleman would ever try to persuade any girl to a clandestine engagement." She saw Marion open her eyes and look at her in amazement.
"I am quite right, my dear," she said.

"You may depend upon it, a man who would persuade any girl to engage herself to him unknown to her friends is not only no gentleman, but he is not even an honest man." Marion Arleigh's beautiful face flushed, then grew deadly pale; almost involuntarily she looked at Allan, but he did not raise his eyes to meet hers.
Those words were the death-blow to her love, or what she called her love--"Not even an honest man." This hero of her romance, this artist whom she was to ennoble by her love, was not even an honest man.

She shuddered and grew faint at the thought.
Again she was present when Lady Ridsdale was talking of the Lysters to her husband.

She praised Allan's artistic qualities, she admired his talents, but she owned frankly that she did not like him, that she did not think him true.
Marion Arleigh was very much struck with this remark.

Then she began to think over all she knew of the Lysters.