"There were a few words, and I was hasty.

However, I begged his pardon, and we parted good friends." "Under a flag of truce, eh ?" "Something of that sort." "Something of that sort!" repeated Lord Hartledon.

"Don't you think, Val, it would be to your advantage if you trusted me more thoroughly than you do?
Tell me the whole truth of your position, and let me see what can be done for you." "There's not much to tell," returned Val, in his stupidity.

Even with his brother his ultra-sensitiveness clung to him; and he could no more have confessed the extent of his troubles than he could have taken wing that moment and soared away into the air.

Val Elster was one of those who trust to things "coming right" with time.
"I have been talking to the doctor, Val.