“Not from motives of abstract morality, but only from fear of the police.”
“It’s a thousand to one that the police would never find out.”
“My ancestors have lived in a civilised state so long that the fear of the police has eaten into my bones. The daughter of my concierge would not hesitate for a moment. You answer that she belongs to the criminal classes; not at all, she is merely devoid of vulgar prejudice.”
“But then that does away with honour and virtue and goodness and decency and everything,” said Philip.
“Have you ever committed a sin?”
“I don’t know, I suppose so,” answered Philip.
“You speak with the lips of a dissenting minister. I have never committed a sin.”
Cronshaw in his shabby great-coat, with the collar turned up, and his hat well down on his head, with his red fat face and his little gleaming eyes, looked extraordinarily comic; but Philip was too much in earnest to laugh.
“Have you never done anything you regret?”
“How can I regret when what I did was inevitable?” asked Cronshaw in return.