"The great thing, if you care about it. One of them was the intimate friend of the fellow, the other was his son. Demesne 's nothing to me."
"He 's a very good fellow," said Waterville.
"Go and tell him, then."
"Play the part of Olivier de Jalin? Oh, I can't; I 'm not Olivier. But I wish he would come along. Mrs. Headway ought n't really to be allowed to pass."
"I wish to heaven they 'd let me alone," Littlemore murmured, ruefully, staring for a while out of the window.
"Do you still hold to that theory you propounded in Paris? Are you willing to commit perjury?" Waterville asked.
"Of course I can refuse to answer questions—even that one."
"As I told you before, that will amount to a condemnation."
"It may amount to what it pleases. I think I will go to Paris."
"That will be the same as not answering. But it 's quite the best thing you can do. I have been thinking a great deal about it, and it seems to me, from the social point of view, that, as I say, she really ought n't to pass." Waterville had the air of looking at the thing from a great elevation; his tone, the expression of his face, indicated this lofty flight; the effect of which, as he glanced down at his didactic young friend, Littlemore found peculiarly irritating.
