Sir Roderick was a little troubled. This exact following of, or anyhow coincidence with, his advice seemed to cast a responsibility upon him.
"Oh, I expect he's honest enough; and it's a splendid field for him," he answered, repeating the argument he had urged to Stafford himself.
"Ayre," said Morewood aggressively, "you've driven that young man to perdition."
"Bosh!" said Ayre. "He's not a sheep to be driven, and Rome isn't perdition. I did no more than give his thoughts a turn."
"I think I am glad," said Eugene; "it is much better in some ways. But he must have gone through another struggle, poor fellow!"
"I doubt it," said Ayre.
"Anyhow, it's rather a score for those chaps," remarked Rickmansworth. "He's a good fish to land."
"Yes, it will make a bit of a sensation," assented Ayre. "We'll see what the Bishop says when he comes to turn Eugene off. By the way, is it public property?"
"It will be in the papers, I expect, to-morrow. I wonder what they'll say!"
"Everything but the truth."