But he had never betrayed a friend.

It was better to have no friend than to have one and betray him.

He looked around to see that Betty was still apparently absorbed in her book.
"Do you know what is in this letter ?" he said.
She laid the book in her lap and nodded affirmatively.
"You opened it, I suppose ?" he sneered.
"No," she returned, unmoved.

"Your father read it to me." "Kind of him, wasn't it?
What do you think of it ?" "What I think isn't important.

What do you think of it ?" "Nosey, eh ?" he jeered.