"Oh! And—and who is she?"
He looked round warily before he whispered:
"Flora Bolton."
Grantley raised his brows and said one word:
"Expensive!"
Tom nodded with a mixture of ruefulness and pride.
"If you're going to the devil, you may as well go quickly and pleasantly," he said, drumming his fingers on the cloth. "By heaven, if I'd thought of this when I married! I meant to go straight—you know I did?"
Grantley nodded.
"I broke off all that sort of thing. I could have gone straight. She's driven me to it—by Jove, she has."
"Take care, old chap. They'll notice you."