CHAPTER XXII SIR JOHN’S DECISION

Bob’s fingers drummed irritably on the arms of the chair in which he was sitting. Dinner, excellently cooked by old Nanny, was over at the Cottage, and he and Shirley had since been discussing how to meet the latest development of events—the fact that Neil Kenwyn had established himself in the same neighbourhood as that in which the Somervilles had decided to make their new home. “It’s damned awkward,” he said, continuing his devil’s tattoo on the chair arms. “The very last thing one would have expected to come up …