Something's got to be done, don't you agree ?" Hewet remarked that there could be no doubt as to the lady's profession.
"Still," he added, "it's a great shame, poor woman; only I don't see what's to be done--" "I quite agree with you, St.John," Helen burst out.

"It's monstrous.
The hypocritical smugness of the English makes my blood boil.

A man who's made a fortune in trade as Mr.Thornbury has is bound to be twice as bad as any prostitute." She respected St.John's morality, which she took far more seriously than any one else did, and now entered into a discussion with him as to the steps that were to be taken to enforce their peculiar view of what was right.

The argument led to some profoundly gloomy statements of a general nature.

Who were they, after all--what authority had they--what power against the mass of superstition and ignorance?
It was the English, of course; there must be something wrong in the English blood.
Directly you met an English person, of the middle classes, you were conscious of an indefinable sensation of loathing; directly you saw the brown crescent of houses above Dover, the same thing came over you.