Carlyon.
[Coolly; sitting down in chair by the tea-table.] Both of you wrong, quite wrong. I never knew any real difficulties, and I often wrong people—natives and others. What do you call a wrong?
Adene.
Roughly, anything you wouldn't do to an Englishman in England.
Carlyon.
Any objection to murder, for instance?
Adene.
[Smiling.] Ah, but seriously, a general attitude——
Carlyon.