He blew out the skin of his face about his mouth a little.
“Delighted to see you anyhow,” said Mr. Brumley, filling the world of unspoken things with singularly lurid curses.
“This. Nice little hall,—very,” said Sir Isaac. “Pretty, that bit at the end. Many rooms are there?”
Mr. Brumley answered inexactly and meditated a desperate resignation of the whole job to Mrs. Rabbit. Then he made an effort and began to explain.
“That clock,” said Sir Isaac interrupting in the dining-room, “is a fake.”
Mr. Brumley made silent interrogations.
“Been there myself,” said Sir Isaac. “They sell those brass fittings in Ho’bun.”
They went upstairs together. When Mr. Brumley wasn’t explaining or pointing out, Sir Isaac made a kind of whistling between his clenched teeth. “This bathroom wants refitting anyhow,” he said abruptly. “I daresay Lady Harman would like that room with the bay—but it’s all—small. It’s really quite pretty; you’ve done it cleverly, but—the size of it! I’d have to throw out a wing. And that you know might spoil the style. That roof,—a gardener’s cottage?... I thought it might be. What’s this other thing here? Old barn. Empty? That might expand a bit. Couldn’t do only just this anyhow.”
He walked in front of Mr. Brumley downstairs and still emitting that faint whistle led the way into the garden. He seemed to regard Mr. Brumley merely as a source of answers to his questions, and a seller in process of preparation for an offer. It was clear he meant to make an offer. “It’s not the house I should buy if I was alone in this,” he said, “but Lady Harman’s taken a fancy somehow. And it might be adapted....”
From first to last Mr. Brumley never said a single word about Euphemia and the young matrimony and all the other memories this house enshrined. He felt instinctively that it would not affect Sir Isaac one way or the other. He tried simply to seem indifferent to whether Sir Isaac bought the place or not. He tried to make it appear almost as if houses like this often happened to him, and interested him only in the most incidental manner. They had their proper price, he tried to convey, which of course no gentleman would underbid.