“But this,” she said presently, “is Knightsbridge.”
“Goes to Kensington,” he replied with attempted indifference.
“But your mother doesn’t live this way.”
“We do,” said Sir Isaac, shining at every point of his face.
“But,” she halted. “Isaac!—where are we going?”
“Home,” he said.
“You’ve not taken a house?”
“Bought it.”
“But,—it won’t be ready!”
“I’ve seen to that.”