Even if I were not to interfere, even if I were to stand aside while the game was being played, I could not believe that the scheming of Louis and the acquiescence of Felicia went for the same thing, and I had an uncomfortable but a very persistent conviction to the effect that she was being deceived.

Everything from her point of view seemed reasonable enough.

What she had told me, even, seemed almost to preclude the fear of any wrong-doing.

Yet I could not escape from the conviction of it.

Some way or other there was trouble brewing, either between Delora and Louis, or Delora and the arbiters of right and wrong.