"Which shall it be?" His eyes looked steadily into mine. I saw that the thing troubled him.
"Turn it in your thought during the day, and we'll talk it over this evening," said I.
After tea my husband said, laying down the newspaper he had been reading and looking at me across the centre-table, "What about the party, Agnes?"
"We shall have to give it, I suppose." We must drop out of the fashionable circle in which I desired to remain; or do our part in it. I had thought it all over—looking at the dark side and at the bright side—and settled the question. I had my weaknesses as well as others. There was social eclat in a party, and I wanted my share.
"Wine, and brandy, and all?" said my husband.
"We cannot help ourselves. It is the custom of society; and society is responsible, not we."
"There is such a thing as individual responsibility," returned my husband. "As to social responsibility, it is an intangible thing; very well to talk about, but reached by no law, either of conscience or the statute-book. You and I, and every other living soul, must answer to God for what we do. No custom or law of society will save us from the consequences of our own acts. So far we stand alone."
"But if society bind us to a certain line of action, what are we to do? Ignore society?"
"If we must ignore society or conscience, what then?"
His calm eyes were on my face. "I'm afraid," said I, "that you are magnifying this thing into an undue importance."