"It was something pretty bad, then?
What was it, Bertie?
Tell me!" "I cannot tell you," he returned, quite courteously but with the utmost firmness.
She glanced at him again speculatively, then, with shrewdness: "When men fight duels," she said, "it's generally over either politics or--a woman.
Was it--politics, Bertie ?" He stopped.

"It was not politics, Christine," he said.
"Then--" She paused, expectant.
His face contracted slightly.

"Yes, it was--a woman.

But I say nothing more than that.

We will speak of it--never again." But this was very far from satisfying Chris.