Perhaps you and I might arrange for a long week-end, far away from New York." A second time did Devar look at his friend, but, being really a good-natured and sympathetic person, he repressed the imminent cry of amazement.

Somehow, he realized the one spear-thrust which had pierced Curtis's armor.

It was hateful that such a man should be told he had married Hermione for her money.

It was hateful to think that this might be said of him in the years to come.

It was even possible that she herself might come to believe it of him, and John Delancy Curtis's knight-errant soul shrank and cringed under the thought, even while the memory of Hermione's first kiss of love was still hot on his lips..