“Pity. Dancing is a fine exercise.”
“I guess I’m not in want of exercise.”
“No?” He looked at Jim’s huge figure. “’Pon my word, I think you’re right.... Are you settling down in this country—buying a small estate, making the most of your fortune, and all that sort of thing?”
“There ain’t no place in this country big enough to hold me long. I could swaller all the oxygen in the Strand in one gulp.”
Featherstone laughed amusedly.
“London isn’t England. It’s a growth upon the land. There is still Wales, Scotland, Devonshire——”
“Ah, Devonshire! Now, that is some pretty little garden, I agree.”
“Oh, you like it?”
“Sure.”
“So do I. Wish I might live there always, but one must consider one’s family, and Bond Street and the Opera have their attractions for the young people. That is why I am selling the Devonshire place. Can’t let good property lie 65 unoccupied, and letting is so devilishly unsatisfactory.”