Being curious, Sir John followed him.

Mr.Knight shut the door and, supporting himself against the frame of a marble wash-basin with gilded taps, said: "I saw her in the chancel of the Abbey Church and she was kissing my son, Godfrey; at least he was kissing her, and she seemed to be responding to his infamous advances, for her arms were round his neck and I heard sounds which suggested that this was so." "Holy Moses!" ejaculated Sir John, "what in the name of hell are they after ?" "Your question, stripped of its unnecessary and profane expletives, seems easy to answer.

I imagine that my immoral son has just proposed to your daughter, and been accepted with--well, unusual emphasis." "Perhaps you are right.

But if he had I don't see anything particularly immoral about it.

If I had never done anything worse than that I shouldn't feel myself called to go upon my knees and cry _peccavi_.
However, that ain't the point.