"You certainly used to give the impression of bearing up under it," smiled Caylesham. "But things are changed now, are they?"
"Yes, thank God! Imagine going on like that all your life!"
Caylesham threw himself into a chair with a hearty laugh.
"Now we've gone just as far as we can with discretion," he declared.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Blake rather angrily.
"Well, I'm not an idiot, am I, as well as a moral deformity?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Yes, but I know what you've been talking about, Blake. I know it all except one thing—and that I don't propose to ask."
Blake rose with a sulky air and tossed away the end of his cigarette.
"And what's that?"