'It would be a blessed discovery.'
'But what's to become of Society?'
'It's a puzzle to the cleverest.'
'All through History, my dear Mr. Carling, we see that.
'Establishments must have their sacrifices. Beware of interfering: eh?'
'By degrees, we may hope . . . .'
'Society prudently shuns the topic; and so 'll we. For we might tell of one another, in a fit of distraction, that t' other one talked of it, and we should be banished for an offence against propriety. You should read my friend Durance's Essay on Society. Lawyers are a buttress of Society. But, come: I wager they don't know what they support until they read that Essay.'
Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being personally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him.
He said: 'Mr. Radnor is a very old friend?'
'Our fathers were friends; they served in the same regiment for years.
I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal!'