That he was deceiving his Polterham acquaintances, and in a way which they would deem an unpardonable outrage, no longer caused him the least compunction.

Conventional wrong doing, he had satisfied himself, was not wrong-doing at all, unless discovered.

He injured no one.

The society of such a person as Lilian could be nothing but an advantage to man, woman, and child.

Only the sublimation of imbecile prejudice would maintain that she was an unfit companion for the purest creature living.