“I must.”
“I’m not going to have you interfering . . .”
“You will not marry her. I can conceive of no greater misfortune befalling her than marriage with . . .”
“I quite agree,” said Frederic.
“All the same I must see that she is not . . .”
“In short, you are going to connive at her immorality.”
“I refuse to discuss the matter with you any further.”
“I’m glad of that. I’ll leave it in your hands and neither of us will say a word about it to anybody.”
“No,” said Francis, profoundly ashamed.
Frederic began to hum, and they walked on until they came to the Park.