Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being personally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him.

He said:  ‘Mr. Radnor is a very old friend?’

’Our fathers were friends; they served in the same regiment for years.  I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal!’

‘Followed by a second, not less . . . ?’

’In the interpretation of a rigid morality arming you legal gentlemen to make it so!’

‘The Law must be vindicated.’

‘The law is a clumsy bludgeon.’

’We think it the highest effort of human reason—­the practical instrument.’

’You may compare it to a rustic’s finger on a fiddlestring, for the murdered notes you get out of the practical instrument.

‘I am bound to defend it, clumsy bludgeon or not.’

’You are one of the giants to wield it, and feel humanly, when, by chance, down it comes on the foot an inch off the line.—­Here’s a peep of Old London; if the habit of old was not to wash windows.  I like these old streets!’

‘Hum,’ Carling hesitated.  ’I can remember when the dirt at the windows was appalling.’

’Appealing to the same kind of stuff in the passing youngster’s green-scum eye:  it was.  And there your Law did good work.—­You’re for Bordeaux.  What is your word on Burgundy?’

‘Our Falernian!’

’Victor Radnor has the oldest in the kingdom.  But he will have the best of everything.  A Romanee!  A Musigny!  Sip, my friend, you embrace the Goddess of your choice above.  You are up beside her at a sniff of that wine.—­And lo, venerable Drury! we duck through the court, reminded a bit by our feelings of our first love, who hadn’t the cleanest of faces or nicest of manners, but she takes her station in memory because we were boys then, and the golden halo of youth is upon her.’

Carling, as a man of the world, acquiesced in souvenirs he did not share.  He said urgently:  ’Understand me; you speak of Mr. Radnor; pray, believe I have the greatest respect for Mr. Radnor’s abilities.  He is one of our foremost men . . . proud of him.  Mr. Radnor has genius; I have watched him; it is genius; he shows it in all he does; one of the memorable men of our times.  I can admire him, independent of—­well, misfortune of that kind . . . a mistaken early step.  Misfortune, it is to be named.  Between ourselves—­we are men of the world—­if one could see the way!  She occasionally . . . as I have told you.  I have ventured suggestions.  As I have mentioned, I have received an impression . . .’

’But still, Mr. Carling, if the lady doesn’t release him and will keep his name, she might stop her cowardly persecutions.’

‘Can you trace them?’

‘Undisguised!’

’Mrs. Burman Radnor is devout.  I should not exactly say revengeful.  We have to discriminate.  I gather, that her animus is, in all honesty, directed at the—­I quote—­state of sin.  We are mixed, you know.’