She asked him: 'What are jewels for?' and he replied, 'To excite cupidity.'
'When they 're shut in a box?'
'Ware burglars! But this one is not shut up. She shuts herself up. And up go her shoulders! Decide to be out of it, and come to Paris for some life for a month. No? It's positive? When do you expect your little school friend?'
'After Easter. Aunt will be away.'
'Your little friend likes the country. I'll go to my house agents. If there 's a country house open on the upper Thames, you can have swimming, boating, botanizing . . .'
He saw her throat swallow. But as he was offering agreeable things he chose to not understand how he was to be compassionate.
'Steignton?' she said, and did her cause no good by saying it feebly.
His look of a bygone awake-in-sleep old look, drearily known to her, was like a strip of sunlight on a fortress wall. It signified, Is the poor soul pushing me back to that again?
She compelled herself to say: 'Your tenant there?'
'Matter of business . . . me and my tenant,' he remarked. 'The man pays punctually.'