As soon as the lecture was over, and while eager members of the audience were crowding to the platform to discuss with the speaker the cases of mysterious friends who had dreamed this and forgotten that, Aunt Georgy beckoned to Norma.
"Do," she said, "go and disentangle that interesting young man from his votaries, or whatever they are, and bring him down to be introduced to me."
"It was interesting, wasn't it?" said Norma, with an effort at detachment.
"I can never be sufficiently grateful," answered Aunt Georgy. "It is so satisfactory the way he lays the strictly virtuous open to attack—the sort of people we've wanted to catch in a scandal and never been able to."
Norma nodded.
"Oh, yes," she said, "Ken thinks people like that have a very foul unconscious."
Aunt Georgy gave a slight snort and asked Norma if she remembered the Bab Ballad about:
For only scoundrels dare to do
What we consider just and true;