“Will she have to know?”

“Yes! she is served with a notice: so is the man she lives with, the corespondent.”

“Isn’t it hateful, all the performances! I suppose I’d have to go through it with Clifford.”

There was a silence.

“And of course,” he said, “I have to live an exemplary life for the next six or eight months. So if you go to Venice, there’s temptation removed for a week or two, at least.”