The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman

by H. G. Wells

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’ve bought that house of Brumley’s,—Black Strand. We’re going to move down there—now. I’ve told the servants.... When you’ve done your breakfast, you’d better get Peters to pack your things. The big car’s going to be ready at half-past ten.”

Lady Harman reflected.

“To-morrow evening,” she said, “I was going out to dinner at Lady Viping’s.”

“Not my affair—seemingly,” said Sir Isaac with irony. “Well, the car’s going to be ready at half-past ten.”

“But that dinner——!”

“We’ll think about it when the time comes.”

Husband and wife regarded each other.

“I’ve had about enough of London,” said Sir Isaac. “So we’re going to shift the scenery. See?”

Lady Harman felt that one might adduce good arguments against this course if only one knew of them.