Carstares' face was inscrutable. He touched his lips with his napkin and smiled.
"As you say, I enjoy life the more—but as to conscience, I do not think it is that."
O'Hara glanced at him sitting sideways in his chair, one arm flung over its back.
"Will ye be offended if I ask ye a question?"
"Of course not."
"Then—do ye intend to go back to this highroad robbery?"
"I do not."
"What then will you do?"
The shadows vanished, and my lord laughed.
"To tell you the truth, Miles, I've not yet settled that point. Fate will decide—not I."