Soames stood and looked, then he said, coldly: "You may be very clever, but this site will cost me half as much again." "Hang the cost, man. Look at the view!" Almost from their feet stretched ripe corn, dipping to a small dark copse beyond. A plain of fields and hedges spread to the distant grey-bluedowns. In a silver streak to the right could be seen the line of the river. The sky was so blue, and the sun so bright, that an eternal summer seemed to reign over this prospect. Thistledown floated round them, enraptured by the serenity, of the ether. The heat danced over the corn, and, pervading all, was a soft, insensible hum, like the murmur of bright minutes holding revel between earth and heaven. Soames looked. In spite of himself, something swelled in his breast. To live here in sight of all this, to be able to point it out to his friends, to talk of it, to possess it! His cheeks flushed. The warmth, the radiance, the glow, were sinking into his senses as, four years before, Irene's beauty had sunk into his senses and made him long for her. He stole a glance at Bosinney, whose eyes, the eyes of the coachman's 'half-tame leopard,' seemed running wild over the landscape. The sunlight had caught the promontories of the fellow's face, the bumpy cheekbones, the point of his chin, the vertical ridges above his brow; and Soames watched this rugged, enthusiastic, careless face with an unpleasant feeling. A long, soft ripple of wind flowed over the corn, and brought a puff of warm air into their faces. "I could build you a teaser here," said Bosinney, breaking the silence at last. "I dare say," replied Soames, drily. "You haven't got to pay for it." "For about eight thousand I could build you a palace." Soames had become very pale--a struggle was going on within him. He dropped his eyes, and said stubbornly: "I can't afford it." And slowly, with his mousing walk, he led the way back to the first site. They spent some time there going into particulars of the projected house, and then Soames returned to the agent's cottage. He came out in about half an hour, and, joining Bosinney, started for the station. "Well," he said, hardly opening his lips, "I've taken that site of yours, after all." And again he was silent, confusedly debating how it was that this fellow, whom by habit he despised, should have overborne his own decision. CHAPTER V A FORSYTE MENAGE