“Does it?” Eddy wondered. “It depends so much on the special circumstances. If the husband and the wife don’t mind——”
“Rot,” said James. “And the husband ought to mind, and I don’t know that the wife doesn’t. And, anyhow, it doesn’t affect the question of right and wrong.”
That was too difficult a proposition for Eddy to consider; he gave it up.
“I’m going to the Blackfriars Road flat with Denison one day, I believe,” he said. “I shall be one of the Fabians that sit on the bed that doesn’t look like a sofa.”
James sighed. “I wish, if you get to know Sally at all, you’d encourage her to come down here more, and try to put a few sound ideas into her head. She’s taking to scorning my words of wisdom. I believe she’s taken against parsons.... Oh, you’re going with Denison.”
“Arnold won’t do anyone any harm,” Eddy reassured him. “He’s so extraordinarily innocent. About the most innocent person I know. We should shock him frightfully down here if he saw much of us; he’d think us indecent and coarse. Hillier and I did shock him rather, by liking “The Penitent.”
“I wonder if you like everything,” grumbled Peters.
“Most things, I expect,” said Eddy. “Well, most things are rather nice, don’t you think?”
“I suppose you’ll like the Le Moines and Miss Dawn if you get to know them. And all the rest of that crew.”
Eddy certainly expected to do so.