But De Chauxville found it out, and it is better that I should tell you than he." Paul did not look around.

The wolf-hound was still barking at its own echo--a favorite pastime of those who make a great local stir in the world.
"Of course," said Paul, after a long pause, "I have been a great fool.

I know that.

But--" He turned and looked at Steinmetz with haggard eyes.
"But I would rather go on being a fool than suspect any one of a deception like this." Steinmetz was still making patterns on the blotting-pad.
"It is difficult for us men," he said slowly, "to look at these things from a woman's point of view.

They hold a different sense of honor from ours--especially if they are beautiful.