But there's another side to the question," he said, and from the deck above a woman's voice called clearly down the stairway.
"Aren't you two coming ?" Both men looked towards the door.
"That side," said Hardiman.
"Yes." Hardiman nodded his head.
"Stella Croyle doesn't belong either," he said.

"But she kicked over the traces.

She flung out of the rank and file.

Oh, I know Croyle was a selfish, dull beast and her footprints in her flight from him were littered with excuses.

I am not considering the injustice of the world.
I am looking at the cruel facts, right in the face of them, as you have got to do, my young friend.