“Do you wonder? And do you think he employs his shining hours doing deeds of kindness?”
“I think he has a certain sort of generosity.”
“Towards whom?”
“I don’t quite know.”
“Naturally you don’t. I’m afraid you mistake unscrupulousness for generosity.”
Connie paused. Did she? It was just possible. Yet the unscrupulousness of Michaelis had a certain fascination for her. He went whole lengths where Clifford only crept a few timid paces. In his way he had conquered the world, which was what Clifford wanted to do. Ways and means … ? Were those of Michaelis more despicable than those of Clifford? Was the way the poor outsider had shoved and bounced himself forward in person, and by the back doors, any worse than Clifford’s way of advertising himself into prominence? The bitch-goddess, Success, was trailed by thousands of gasping dogs with lolling tongues. The one that