LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
son-in-law. You're young, you know, you're young, and you're hard and fast. Only years can give a mind tone—mitigate the varnish of education. I gather from this letter—and your face—that you are one of the party that participated in that little affair at Lagune's."
He stuck out a finger at a point he had just seen. "By-the-bye!—That accounts for Ethel," he said.
Ethel rapped down the mustard on the table. "It does," she said, but not very loudly.
"But you had met before?" said Chaffery.
"At Whortley," said Lewisham.
"I see," said Chaffery.
"I was in— I was one of those who arranged the exposure," said Lewisham. "And now you have raised the matter, I am bound to say———"
"I knew," interrupted Chaffery. "But what a shock that was for Lagune!" He looked down at his toes for a moment with the corners of his mouth tucked in. "The hand dodge wasn't bad, you know," he said with a queer sidelong smile.
Lewisham was very busy for a moment trying to get this remark in focus. "I don't see it in the same light as you do," he explained at last.
"Can't get away from your moral bias, eh?— Well, well. We'll go into all that. But apart from its moral merits—simply as an artistic trick—it was not bad."
"I don't know much about tricks———"
"So few who undertake exposures do. You admit you never heard or thought of that before—the bladder, I mean. Yet it's as obvious as tintacks that a medium who's hampered at his hands will do all
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