"Father would have a fit." Indeed, anything untoward was now sedulously kept from James.

With another look round at the furniture, as if to gauge his sister's exact position, Soames went out towards Piccadilly.

The evening was drawing in--a touch of chill in the October haze.

He walked quickly, with his close and concentrated air.

He must get through, for he wished to dine in Soho.