"I think I've seen him," said Barnabas, nodding.
"Anyhow, Barrymaine was utterly discredited and done for—he's an outcast, and to be seen with him, or his friends, is to be damned also."
"And yet," said Barnabas, sighing and shaking his head, "I must call upon him to-morrow."
"Call upon him! Man—are you mad?"
"No; but he is her brother, and—"
"And, as I tell you, he is banned by society as a cheat!"
"And is that so great a sin, Dick?"
"Are there any—worse?"
"Oh, yes; one might kill a man in a duel, or dishonor a trusting woman, or blast a man's character; indeed it seems to me that there are many greater sins!"
The Viscount dropped back in his chair, and stared at Barnabas with horrified eyes.