That is the truth.

Now that you have it I hope you like it, and I hope that you thoroughly relish your own behaviour in the matter." There was a fluttering sigh of relief from Miss Armytage.

Then silence followed, in which O'Moy stared at Tremayne, emotion after emotion sweeping across his mobile face.
"Dick Butler ?" he said at last, and cried out: "I don't believe a word of it! Ye're lying, Tremayne." "You have cause enough to hope so." The captain was faintly scornful.
"If it were true, Una would not have kept it from me.

It was to me she would have come." "The trouble with you, O'Moy, is that jealousy seems to have robbed you of the power of coherent thought, or else you would remember that you were the last man to whom Una could confide Dick's presence here.

I warned her against doing so.