She saw it, too, and so I fancy my false position has righted itself.

So I haven't been sincere to her either, Janet.

But my conscience seems fairly callous about it.

I can't help reflecting that we are to other people pretty much what they deserve that we shall be.

We can't control our own respect." "I've lost hers," Janet repeated, with depression, and Kendal gave an impatient groan.
"I don't think you'll miss it," he said.
"And, Jack, haven't you any--compunctions about exhibiting that portrait ?" "Absolutely none." He looked at her with candid eyes.
"Of course if she wished me to I would destroy it.