"Oh, don't joke about it. You know what I mean. I think it's pretty rotten for a fellow like you to go about with a shop-assistant, but that's not really the thing. What's simply beastly is your coming back to April as though nothing had happened. What would she say if she knew?"
Roland refused to acknowledge omniscience. "I don't know," he said.
"She wouldn't be pleased, would she?" Ralph persisted.
"I don't suppose so."
"No; well then, there you are; you oughtn't to do anything you think she mightn't like."
Roland looked at him with a sad patience, as a preparatory schoolmaster at a refractory infant.
"But, my dear fellow, we're not married, and we're not engaged. Surely we can do more or less what we like."
"But would you be pleased if you learned that she'd been carrying on with someone else?"
Roland admitted that he would not.
"Then why should you think you owe nothing to her?"