You talk as if such things had never happened before.
Basil.
Oh, I know, they happen every day. It's no business of the man's. And as for the girl, let her throw herself in the river. Let her go to the deuce, and be hanged to her.
John.
Nonsense. She can be provided for. It only needs a little discretion—and no one will be a ha'porth the wiser, nor she a ha'porth the worse.
Basil.
But it's not a matter of people knowing. It's a matter of honour.
John.
[Opening his eyes.] And where precisely did the honour come in when you...?
Basil.