And all this advantage had accrued to the Quisante faction
without involving any reproach or any charge of unfair tactics; rather
were they praised for moderation, magnanimity, and good-nature.
"To tell the truth," Jimmy whispered to Fanny, "I never felt sure that
Quisante would treat it in such a gentlemanly way."
"No, neither did I," Fanny confessed. "I'm so glad about it."
"He's rather proud of himself, though," chuckled Jimmy.
"Yes, I know. Well, we mustn't be too critical," urged Fanny. His public
demeanour had been beyond reproach, and after all even persons of more
delicate feeling and more exalted position than Quisante are apt to
plume their feathers a little in the family circle.
In the whirl of these last few days there was however little time for
scrutinising the fine shades of manner or speculating on nice points of
conscience. They were all worked to death, they were all inflamed with
enthusiasm and the determination to win. As was only becoming,
Quisante's wife was the most enthusiastic and the most resolute; a thing
not seeming so natural to herself was that she was also happier than she
had ever been since her marriage.
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