There is no mistake." So he was obliged to lie, after all.
"It must have been Dysart you saw.

His costume is very like mine, you know----" "Does Jack Dysart stand for minutes holding Sylvia's hands--and is she accustomed to place her hands on his shoulders, as though expecting to be kissed?
And does he kiss her ?" So he had to lie again: "No, of course not," he said, smiling.

"So it could not have been Dysart." "There are only two costumes like yours and Mr.Dysart's.

Do you wish me to believe that Sylvia is common and depraved enough to put her arms around the neck of a man who is married ?" There was no other way: "No," he said, "Sylvia isn't that sort, of course." "It was either Mr.Dysart or you." He said nothing.
"Then it _was_ you!" in hot contempt.
Still he said nothing.
"Was it ?" with a break in her voice.
"Men can't admit things of that kind," he managed to say.
The angry colour surged up to her cheeks, the angry tears started, but her quivering lips were not under command and she could only stare at him through the blur of grief, while her white hands clinched and relaxed, and her fast-beating heart seemed to be driving the very breath from her body.
"Geraldine, dear----" "It wasn't fair!" she broke out fiercely; "there is no honour in you--no loyalty! Oh, Duane! Duane! How could you--at the very moment we were nearer together than we had ever been! It isn't jealousy that is crying out in me; it is nothing common or ignoble in me that resents what you have done! It is the treachery of it! How _could_ you, Duane ?" The utter hopelessness of clearing himself left him silent.

How much was to be asked of him as sacrifice to code?
How far was he expected to go to shield Sylvia Quest--this unhappy, demoralised girl, whose reputation was already at the mercy of two men?
"Geraldine," he said, "it was nothing but a carnival flirtation--a chance encounter that meant nothing--the idlest kind of----" "Is it idle to do what you did--and what she did?
Oh, if I had only not seen it--if I only didn't know! I never dreamed of such a thing in you.
Bunny Gray and I were taking a short cut to the Gray Water to sit out the rest of his dance--and he saw it, too--and he was furious--he must have been--because he's devoted to Sylvia." She made a hopeless gesture and dropped her hand to her side: "What a miserable night it has been for me! It's all spoiled--it's ended....