Claude rounded on his brother indignantly. "Say, Thor, do you think I'm going to be a damn scoundrel?"
"Do you think you'd be a damn scoundrel if you didn't put it through?"
"I should be worse. Even a damn scoundrel can be called a man, and I should have forfeited the name. There! Does that satisfy you?"
"Up to a point—yes."
Claude sniffed. "You're such a queer chap, Thor, that if I've satisfied you up to a point I ought to be content."
"Oh, I'm all right, Claude. I only hoped that you'd be able to go on with it for some better reason than just—just not to be a scoundrel."
"Good Lord, old chap! I'm crazy about it. If Rosie wouldn't hum and haw I'd be the happiest man alive."
"Oh? So Rosie hums and haws, does she? What about?"
"About that confounded family of hers. Must do this for the father, and that for the mother, and something else for the beastly cub that's in jail. You can see the position that puts me in."
"But if you're really in love with her—"