His bleeding vanity, his pride trampled in the dirt, his betrayed faith, his unquenchable spirit of hope for some far-future good--these were not secrets he could hide from every one.
"Daren," said Mrs.Wrapp, as he again turned to her, "if I were in my daughter's place I'd beg you to take me back.

And if you would, I'd never leave your side for an hour until you were well or--or gone....
But girls now are possessed of some infernal frenzy....

God only knows how _far_ they go, but I'm one mother who is no fool.

I see little sign of real love in Helen or any of her friends....

And the men who lounge around after her! Walk upstairs--back to the end of the long hall--open the door and go in.