But que voulez-vous?
Randall was a very good-looking, brilliant, and fascinating fellow; Phyllis was a dear little human girl.

And it is the human way of such girls to fall in love with such fascinating, brilliant fellows.

I not only hold a brief for Phyllis, but I am the judge, too, and having heard all the evidence, I deliver a verdict overwhelmingly in her favour.

Given the circumstances as I have stated them, she was bound to fall in love with Randall, and in doing so committed not the little tiniest speck of a peccadillo.
My first intimation of tender relations between them came from my sight of them in February in Wellings Park.

Since then, of course, I have much which I will tell you as best I may.
So now for Betty's story, confirmed and supplemented by what I have learned later.