"The thing to do is to finish--still fighting!" "Jim ?" "Yes." This time her hand sought his, drew it toward her, and covered it with both of hers.
"Jim," she said tremulously, "there is something--I am horribly afraid--that--perhaps Garry is not fighting." "Why ?" he asked bluntly.
"There was an--an attachment--" "A what ?" "An unfortunate affair; he was very deeply in love--" "Not ridiculously, I hope!" "I don't know what you mean....

He cared more than I have believed possible; I saw him in New York on his way here and, Jim, he must have known then, for he looked like death--" "You mean he was in love with that Cardross girl ?" "Oh, yes, yes!...

I do not understand the affair; but I tell you, Jim, the strangest part was that the girl loved him! If ever a woman was in love with a man, Shiela Cardross was in love with Garry! I tell you I know it; I am not guessing, not hazarding an opinion; I _know_ it....
And she married Louis Malcourt!...

And, Jim, I have been so frightened--so terrified--for Garry--so afraid that he might not care to fight--" Wayward leaned there heavily and in silence.

He was going to say that men do not do such things for women any longer, but he thought of the awful battle not yet ended which he had endured for the sake of the woman beside him; and he said nothing; because he knew that, without hope of her to help him, the battle had long since gone against him.