The banker gave a sneering laugh, and twisted the muscles of his mouth.
"Yes, I understand, and I'm not fainting with alarm. You will be a preacher and a poser to the end."
"I have appealed to your principles and your sense of honour first," Gordon repeated, in a subdued voice.
The one eye was closed with a smile.
"Principles! Sense of honour! What principles? What sense of honour? I agree that, under the old view of marriage as a divine sacrament and a great social ordinance, sacrifice of one's desires for the sake of humanity might be noble. But in this paradise into which you have thrust me, with an invitation on your own door for all the world to enter and contest your position, and with you yourself shouting from the housetop freedom and fellowship Sense of honour? Rubbish!"
"I can see," snapped Gordon, "that one such beast as you is enough to transform heaven into hell."
Overman slowly pulled his moustache, and a grin pushed his nose upward.
"Exactly. I am the one odd individual your scheme overlooked—a normal human being with the simplest rational instincts, a clear brain and the muscle big enough to enforce a desire."
"The muscle test is yet to come," Gordon coldly interrupted.
