"All flung, too, at a man of peace like me," said the white-haired Sir Wilfrid, with his quiet smile. "It takes all sorts, my dear Corry, to play the game of a generation--old and young. However, the situation is too acute for moralizing. Arthur, are you open to any sort of advice from an old friend?" "Yes," said Arthur, unwillingly, "if I weren't so jolly sure what it would be." "Don't be so sure. Come and take me a turn in the lime avenue before lunch." The two disappeared. James followed them. Marcia, full of disquiet, was going off to find Lady Coryston when Coryston stopped her. "I say, Marcia--it's true--isn't it? You're engaged to Newbury?" She turned proudly, confronting him. "I am." "I'm not going to congratulate you!" he said, vehemently. "I've got a deal to say to you. Will you allow me to say it?" "Whenever you like," said Marcia, indifferently. Coryston perched himself on the edge of a table beside her, looking down upon her, his hands thrust into his pockets. "How much do you know of this Betts business?" he asked her, abruptly. "A good deal--considering you sent Mrs. Betts to see me this morning!" "Oh, she came, did she? Well, do you see any common sense, any justice, any Christianity in forcing that woman to leave her husband--in flinging her out to the wolves again, just as she has got into shelter?" "In Edward's view, Mr. Betts is not her husband," said Marcia, defiantly. "You seem to forget that fact." "'Edward's view'?" repeated Coryston, impatiently. "My dear, what's Edward got to do with it? He's not the law of the land. Let him follow his own law if he likes. But to tear up other people's lives by the roots, in the name of some private particular species of law that you believe in and they don't, is really too much--at this time of day. You ought to stop it, Marcia!--and you must!" "Who's tyrannizing now?" said Marcia. "Haven't other people as good a right to live their beliefs as you?" "Yes, so long as they don't destroy other people in the process. Even I am not anarchist enough for that." "Well," said Marcia, coolly, "the Newburys are making it disagreeable for Mr. and Mrs. Betts because they disapprove of them. And what else are you doing with mamma?" She threw a triumphant look at her brother. "Stuff and nonsense!" cried Coryston, jumping up. "The weakest 'score' I ever heard. Don't you know the difference between the things that are vital and the things that are superficial--between fighting opinions, and _destroying a life_, between tilting and boxing, however roughly--and _murdering_?" He looked at her fiercely. "Who talks of murdering!" The tone was scornful. "I do! If the Newburys drive those two apart they will have a murder of souls on their conscience. And if you talked to that woman this morning you know it as well as I!" Marcia faltered a little. "They could still meet as friends."