As for Jack Dysart, it is all too sorrowful to think about.

How must he feel! Surely, surely he could not have known what he was doing.

He must have been desperate to go to Delancy Grandcourt.

It was wrong; nothing on earth could have propped up the Algonquin, and why did he let his best friend go down with it?
"But it was fine of Delancy to stand by him--fine, fine! His father is perfectly furious, but, Duane, it _was_ fine! "And now, dear, about Scott.

It will amuse you, and perhaps horrify you, if I tell you that he has not turned a hair.
"Not that he doesn't care; not that he is not more or less mortified.