“To Fenton Carbury, of course. Luckily it’s nobody’s business but his, and if he doesn’t mind what is said about his wife I don’t see how you can take up the cudgels for her without casting another shade on her somewhat chequered reputation.”
Amherst stared. “His wife? What do I care what’s said of her? I’m thinking of mine!”
“Well, if Carbury has no objection to his wife’s meeting Bowfort, I don’t see how you can object to her meeting him at your house. In such matters, as you know, it has mercifully been decided that the husband’s attitude shall determine other people’s; otherwise we should be deprived of the legitimate pleasure of slandering our neighbours.” Mr. Langhope was always careful to temper his explanations with an “as you know”: he would have thought it ill-bred to omit this parenthesis in elucidating the social code to his son-in-law.
“Then you mean that I can do nothing?” Amherst exclaimed.
Mr. Langhope smiled. “What applies to Carbury applies to you—by doing nothing you establish the fact that there’s nothing to do; just as you create the difficulty by recognizing it.” And he added, as Amherst sat silent: “Take Bessy away, and they’ll have to see each other elsewhere.”
Amherst returned to Lynbrook with the echoes of this
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