"They may believe in you as men believe in one another; but it isn't the way I believe in people."
"I know how you believe in people if ill-natured women would let you alone. You wouldn't mistrust a thief if you saw him stealing your watch from your pocket."
"That's not true, Derek. I can be as suspicious as any one when I like."
"But don't you see that your suspicion doesn't only light, on me? It strikes Diane."
"That's just it."
"Lucilla! he cried, reproachfully.
"Well, Derek, you know how loyal I've been to her. It's been harder, too, than you've ever been aware of; for I haven't told you—I wouldn't tell you—one-half the things that people have hinted to me during the past two years."
"Yes; but who? A lot of jealous women—"
"It's no use saying that, Derek; because your own actions contradict you. Why did Diane leave your house, if it wasn't that you believed—?"
"Don't." He raised his hand to his face, as if protecting himself from a blow.