For once distress had mastered her and she spoke without her usual reticence.

"There can be no friendship between those two.

No real friendship! You have but to see them side by side to be sure of it.

It is pretence." Yet that too she must have known before.

Why then should the pretence now so greatly trouble her?
Chayne watched the two men pacing in the garden.
Certainly he had never seen them in so intimate a comradeship.