Next day the garden essay was still neglected, and he wrote a pretty vague little song about an earthly mourner and a fresh presence that set him thinking of the story of Persephone and how she passed in the springtime up from the shadows again, blessing as she passed.... He pulled himself together about midday, cycled over to Gorshott for lunch at the clubhouse and a round with Horace Toomer in the afternoon, re-read the poem after tea, decided it was poor, tore it up and got himself down to his little fantasy about Shakespear’s Garden for a good two hours before supper. It was a sketch of that fortunate poet (whose definitive immortality is now being assured by an influential committee) walking round his Stratford garden with his daughter, quoting himself copiously with an accuracy and inappropriateness that reflected more credit upon his heart than upon his head, and saying in addition many distinctively Brumley things. When Mrs. Rabbit, with a solicitude acquired from the late Mrs. Brumley, asked him how he had got on with his work—the sight of verse on his paper had made her anxious—he could answer quite truthfully, “Like a house afire.” CHAPTER THE SECOND The Personality of Sir Isaac §1 It is to be remarked that two facts, usually esteemed as supremely important in the life of a woman, do not seem to have affected Mr. Brumley’s state of mind nearly so much as quite trivial personal details about Lady Harman. The first of these facts was the existence of the lady’s four children, and the second, Sir Isaac. Mr. Brumley did not think very much of either of these two facts; if he had they would have spoilt the portrait in his mind; and when he did think of them it was chiefly to think how remarkably little they were necessary to that picture’s completeness. He spent some little time however trying to recall exactly what it was she had said about her children. He couldn’t now succeed in reproducing her words, if indeed it had been by anything so explicit as words that she had conveyed to him that she didn’t feel her children were altogether hers. “Incidental results of the collapse of her girlhood,” tried Mr. Brumley, “when she married Harman.” Expensive nurses, governesses—the best that money without prestige or training could buy. And then probably a mother-in-law. And as for Harman——?