I don't know what she's done; it's none of my business; but, Duane, I'm for her!" "So am I." They stood together in silence for a moment; maudlin sniffles of self-pity arose from the corner by the fire, alternating with more hysterical and more ominous sounds presaging some spasmodic crisis.
Grandcourt said: "Bunny Gray has helped me kennel this pup once or twice.

He's in the club; I think I'll send for him." "You'll need help," nodded Duane.

"I'll call up the hospital on my way to the station.

Good-bye, Delancy." They shook hands and parted.
At the station Duane telephoned to the hospital, got Dr.Bailey, arranged for a room in a private ward, and had barely time to catch his train--in fact, he was in such a hurry that he passed by without seeing the sister of the very man for whom he had been making such significant arrangements.
She wore, as usual, her pretty chinchilla furs, but was so closely veiled that he might not have recognised her under any circumstances.
She, however, forgetting that she was veiled, remained uncertain as to whether his failure to speak to her had been intentional or otherwise.
She had halted, expecting him to speak; now she passed on, cheeks burning, a faint sinking sensation in her heart.
For she cared a great deal about Duane's friendship; and she was very unhappy, and morbid and more easily wounded than ever, because somehow it had come to her ears that rumour was busily hinting things unthinkable concerning her--nothing definite; yet the very vagueness of it added to her distress and horror.
Around her silly head trouble was accumulating very fast since Jack Dysart had come sauntering into her youthful isolation; and in the beginning it had been what it usually is to lonely hearts--shy and grateful recognition of a friendship that flattered; fascination, an infatuation, innocent enough, until the man in the combination awoke her to the terrors of stranger emotions involving her deeper and deeper until she lost her head, and he, for the first time in all his career, lost his coolly selfish caution.
How any rumours concerning herself and him had arisen nobody could explain.

There never is any explanation.