I would have thought of her." "In other words, you would have behaved like a scoundrel if you'd got the chance." The twinkle in Tyson's eyes intimated that he was enjoying himself immensely.

He had never had the whip-hand of Stanistreet before.
"I would have behaved like a damned scoundrel, if you like.

But I wouldn't have left her.

Not even to marry and live morally ever after.
I can be faithful--to another man's wife." The twinkle went out like a spark, and Tyson looked at his hearth.

It was dangerous to irritate Stanistreet, for there was no end to the things he knew.