"But, dear Bainbridge--"
"Get out, you spy!" Breen continued angrily, and went toward the door.
"But I want to know your decision."
"Moral, moral, a million times moral--she has degenerated--in fact, she
hasn't even degenerated. I wouldn't do her the honor of saying so. She's
always been a narrow, conventional, contemptible little thing. Is that
enough, you ass? She's a--"
"Enough, noble Sire!" Nielsen interrupted with a mysterious air. "Thou
hast spoken. Enough!" Luckily, his head and shoulders disappeared just
in time.
Breen slammed the door.