"Why—aren't you sorry for them?"
"I'm sorry for Louis—and perfectly disgusted. I was sorry for her; an excess of sentimentality. But she hasn't kept her word to me."
"Did she promise not to gad about with him?"
"That was the spirit of the compact; she agreed not to marry him."
"Sometimes they—don't marry," observed Gordon, twirling his thumbs.
Lily looked up quickly; then flushed slightly.
"What do you mean, Gordon?"
"Nothing specific; anything in general."
"You mean to hint that—that Louis—Louis Neville could be—permit himself to be so common—so unutterably low—"
"Better men have taken the half-loaf."