Mr. Paramor bit his forefinger.
“Not safe,” he said. “But don't bother; we'll see to all that.”
Gregory rose and went to the window. He said suddenly:
“I can't bear this underhand work.”
Mr. Paramor smiled.
“Every honest man,” he said, “feels as you do. But, you see, we must think of the law.”
Gregory burst out again:
“Can no one get a divorce, then, without making beasts or spies of themselves?”
Mr. Paramor said gravely
“It is difficult, perhaps impossible. You see, the law is based on certain principles.”