"Hullo!" he said. "See her home?"
"Yes," said Peter. "What did you think of her?"
"She's fathoms deep, I should say. But I should take care if I were you, my boy. It's all very well to eat and drink with publicans and sinners, though, as I told you, it's better no one should know. But they are dangerous company."
"Why especially?" demanded Peter.
Langton stretched himself. "Oh, I don't know," he said. "Perhaps because society's agin 'em."
"Look here, Langton," said Peter. "Do you hear what I say? Damn society! Besides, do you think your description applies to that girl?"
Langton smiled. "No," he said, "I shouldn't think so, but she's not your sort, Peter. When you take that tunic off, you've got to put on a black coat. Whatever conclusions you come to, don't forget that."
"Have I?" said Peter; "I wonder."
Langton got up. "Of course you have," he said. "Life's a bit of a farce, but one's got to play it. See here, I believe in facing facts and getting one's eyes open, but not in making oneself a fool. Nothing's worth that."
"Isn't it?" said Peter; and again, "I wonder."