But que voulez-vous? Randall was a very
good-looking, brilliant, and fascinating fellow; Phyllis was a
dear little human girl. And it is the human way of such girls to
fall in love with such fascinating, brilliant fellows. I not only
hold a brief for Phyllis, but I am the judge, too, and having
heard all the evidence, I deliver a verdict overwhelmingly in her
favour. Given the circumstances as I have stated them, she was
bound to fall in love with Randall, and in doing so committed not
the little tiniest speck of a peccadillo.
My first intimation of tender relations between them came from my
sight of them in February in Wellings Park. Since then, of course,
I have much which I will tell you as best I may.
So now for Betty's story, confirmed and supplemented by what I
have learned later. But before plunging into the matter, I must
say that when Betty had ended I took up my little parable and told
her of all that Randall had told me concerning his repudiation of
Gedge. And Betty listened with a curiously stony face and said
nothing.
When Betty puts on that face of granite I am quite unhappy. That
is why I have always hated the statues of Egypt.
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