At the house somebody said she had come in with Kathleen, not feeling well.
"The trouble with that girl," said a man whom he did not know, "is that she's had too much champagne." "You lie," said Duane quietly.

"Is that perfectly plain to you ?" For a full minute the young man stood rigid, crimson, glaring at Duane.
Then, having the elements of decency in him, he said: "I don't know who you are, but you are perfectly right.

I did lie.

And I'll see that nobody else does.".