He would take the initiative and seem to cast the Harleys into the outer darkness of his disregard.

It would make for his standing with the San Reve; more, it would soothe her jealousies.
Storri might have been justified of his reasonings had there existed no flaw in his premises.

The San Reve was far from being gifted with that cold, incisive wisdom which he ascribed to her.

Given a situation wherein the San Reve had no concern, and she would be sound enough; her speculations would defend themselves, her advice be worth a following.
Endow the San Reve with a personal interest, the more if that interest were one mixed of love and jealousy, and her reason, if that be its name, would go blind and deaf and lapse into the merest frenzy of insanity.

She would hasten to believe the worst and disbelieve the best.
Under spell of jealousy, the San Reve would accept nothing that told in her own favor; and just now, despite an outward serenity--for, though sullen, she was serene--the San Reve was afire with jealousy like a torch.
The San Reve listened to Storri and said nothing; she could see how matters stood.