Chapter 98

“We can give him it—but not too much of it. Can’t he be made to realise that the world is still full of ears?” “Beginning with his own.” Lance walked over from Castle Craven each afternoon. He was working in the morning and at night, and in spite of these distractions his work had moved forward. Or perhaps it was because of them. All that he could say was that the working of his inner consciousness was changing; it seemed to be losing a dreadfully facile cleverness; it cost him more effort; it was as though the wel…