"The fact is, Lee, I'm not in Ruth's confidence.

Haven't been for some considerable time.
We've drifted a little apart." "Only a little ?" "Only a little--I hope." The cigarette Bryant held had gone out.

Presently he glanced at it, then crushed it in his palm and dropped it into a coat pocket.
"Don't fence with me, Imogene," he said.

"Give me the truth." The truth--well, why not?
He was entitled to it.

Besides, since he had eyes and a brain with which to reason he was not ignorant of the girls' waning friendship.