“What a fool she must have been to go and throw herself away upon that low fellow Everty!” he exclaimed, putting his shoulders against the mantelpiece and stamping on the carpet with one heel.
“Throw herself away! Well, Tod, opinions vary. I think she was lucky to get him. As to his being low, we don’t know that he is. Putting aside that one mysterious episode of his being down at our place in hiding, which I suppose we shall never come to the bottom of, we know nothing of what Everty has, or has not been.”
“You shut up, Johnny. Common sense is common sense.”
“Everty’s being here—we can’t associate with him, you know, Tod—affords a good opportunity for breaking off the visits to High Street.”
“Who wants to break off the visits to High Street?”
“I do, for one. Madame Sophie’s is a dangerous atmosphere.”
“Dangerous for you, Johnny?”
“Not a bit of it. You know. Be wise in time, old fellow.”
“Of all the muffs living, Johnny, you are about the greatest. In the old days you feared I might go in for marrying Sophie Chalk. I don’t see what you can fear now. Do you suppose I should run away with another man’s wife?”
“Nonsense, Tod!”