But Garry had nothing to fight for, if what Constance said was true.

And within him his latent distrust and contempt for Malcourt blazed up, tightening the stern lines of his sun-burnt visage.
"Portlaw says that Louis is coming to-night, and that young Mrs.
Malcourt is with him," he observed.
"I know it....

I was wondering if there was any way we could use her--make use of her--" "To stir up Garry to fight ?" "Y-yes--something like that--I am vague about it myself--if it could be done without anybody suspecting the--O Jim!--I don't know; I am only a half-crazed woman willing to do anything for my boy--" "Certainly.

If there's anything that might benefit Garry you need not hesitate on account of that little beast Malcourt--" She said in her gentle, earnest way: "Louis Malcourt is so very strange.
He has treated Virginia dreadfully; they were engaged--they must have been or she could not have gone all to pieces the way she has....

I cannot understand it, Jim--" "What's Louis coming here for ?" "Mr.Portlaw begged him to come--" "What for?
Oh, well, I guess I can answer that for myself; it's to save Portlaw some trouble or other--" "You are very hard on people--very intolerant, sometimes--" "I have no illusions concerning the unselfishness of Billy Portlaw.