If there's unhappiness and pain to be borne, we've got to bear it--we alone--" "And Hamil.

All three of us." She looked at him desperately; read in his cool gaze that she could not deceive him, and remained silent.
"What about Hamil's unhappiness ?" repeated Malcourt slowly.
"If--if he has any, he requires no instruction how to bear it." Malcourt nodded, then, with a weary smile: "I do not plead with you for my own chance of happiness.

Yet, you owe me something, Shiela." "What ?" "The right to face the world under true colours.

You owe me that." She whitened to the lips.

"I know it." "Suppose I ask for that right ?" "I have always told you that, if you demanded it, I would take your name openly." "Yes; but now you admit that you love Hamil." "Love! Love!" she repeated, exasperated.