"I hope not."
"Dear yes. It is quite common nowadays."
"And has Lord Reginald Hastings got a woman's mind?"
"My dear, he has a very beautiful mind. He is poetic, imaginative, and perfectly fearless."
"That's better."
"He dares do anything. He is not afraid of Society, or of what the clergy and such unfashionable and limited people say. For instance, if he wished to commit what copy-books call a sin, he would commit it, even if Society stood aghast at him. That is what I call having real moral courage."
Lady Locke sipped her Bovril methodically.
"I see," she said rather drily; "he is not afraid to be wicked."
"Not in the least; and how many of us can say as much? Mr. Amarinth is quite right. He declares that goodness is merely another name for cowardice, and that we all have a certain disease of tendencies that inclines us to certain things labelled sins. If we check our tendencies, we drive the disease inwards; but if we sin, we throw it off. Suppressed measles are far more dangerous than measles that come out."
"I see; we are to aim at inducing a violent rash that all the world may stare at."