Night after night he played his game of truth and fought with desperation for the happiness of the girl whose eyes had committed him irrevocably to a vow of honesty and fact.
He could not see that he was making any headway.
Adam listened with baffling intentness while his strange guest practiced strangely the telling of truth.

He refuted nothing.

He accepted everything that Kenny said with a corroborative, birdlike nod of politeness.

With the megaphone upon the floor by Kenny's chair, he made no further pretense of deafness.

He said nothing at all and Kenny found his new inscrutable trick of silence unendurable.