When she was satisfied that he had nothing more to add, she looked at him, her needle poised in the air.
"Do you think it matters ?" she asked, in a little cool, even voice.
It was so different from what he had expected that, for a moment, he was taken aback.

Captain Clubbe's bluff, uncompromising reception of the same news had haunted his thoughts.

"The square thing," that sailor had said, "and damn your friends; damn France." Loo looked at Juliette in doubt; then, suddenly, he understood her point of view; he understood her.

He had learnt to understand a number of people and a number of points of view during the last twelve months.
"So long as I succeed ?" he suggested.
"Yes," she answered, simply.

"So long as you succeed, I do not see that it can matter who you are." "And if I succeed," pursued Loo, gravely, "will you marry me, Mademoiselle ?" "Oh! I never said that," in a voice that was ready to yield to a really good argument.
"And if I fail--" Barebone paused for an instant.