"I'm not aware of any."
Sylvia drew herself up to her full height.
"How have you spent the last week?"
"In a variety of ways."
"In a variety of company?"
"The same nearly all the time."
She nodded.
"This is my objection."
"If she doesn't object...." A dawning flush on Sylvia's cheek warned him to leave the sentence unfinished.
"I'm giving you advice for your own sake because, apparently, you've no one else to advise you," she said with the slow, elaborate carelessness of one who is with difficulty keeping her temper. "You've spent the last week thrusting yourself under every one's notice in company with a woman who's just been divorced from her husband. Every one's seen you, every one's talking about you. If you like that sort of notoriety...."