What could he do? Talk it over with Soames? That would only make matters

worse. And, after all, there was nothing in it, he felt sure.

It was all that house. He had mistrusted the idea from the first. What

did Soames want to go into the country for? And, if he must go spending

a lot of money building himself a house, why not have a first-rate man,

instead of this young Bosinney, whom nobody knew anything about? He had

told them how it would be. And he had heard that the house was costing

Soames a pretty penny beyond what he had reckoned on spending.

This fact, more than any other, brought home to James the real danger

of the situation. It was always like this with these 'artistic' chaps;

a sensible man should have nothing to say to them. He had warned Irene,

too. And see what had come of it!

And it suddenly sprang into James's mind that he ought to go and see for

himself. In the midst of that fog of uneasiness in which his mind was

enveloped the notion that he could go and look at the house afforded him

inexplicable satisfaction. It may have been simply the decision to

do something--more possibly the fact that he was going to look at a

house--that gave him relief. He felt that in staring at an edifice

of bricks and mortar, of wood and stone, built by the suspected man

himself, he would be looking into the heart of that rumour about Irene.

Without saying a word, therefore, to anyone, he took a hansom to the

station and proceeded by train to Robin Hill; thence--there being no

'flies,' in accordance with the custom of the neighbourhood--he found

himself obliged to walk.

He started slowly up the hill, his angular knees and high shoulders bent

complainingly, his eyes fixed on his feet, yet, neat for all that,

in his high hat and his frock-coat, on which was the speckless gloss

imparted by perfect superintendence. Emily saw to that; that is, she did

not, of course, see to it--people of good position not seeing to each

other's buttons, and Emily was of good position--but she saw that the

butler saw to it.

He had to ask his way three times; on each occasion he repeated the

directions given him, got the man to repeat them, then repeated them a

second time, for he was naturally of a talkative disposition, and one

could not be too careful in a new neighbourhood.

He kept assuring them that it was a new house he was looking for; it

was only, however, when he was shown the roof through the trees that

he could feel really satisfied that he had not been directed entirely

wrong.




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