“It’s not that I want it,” said James hastily; “it wouldn’t suit my purpose at that price. Soames knows the house, well⁠—he’ll tell you it’s too dear⁠—his opinion’s worth having.”

“I don’t,” said old Jolyon, “care a fig for his opinion.”

“Well,” murmured James, “you will have your own way⁠—it’s a good opinion. Goodbye! We’re going to drive down to Hurlingham. They tell me June’s going to Wales. You’ll be lonely tomorrow. What’ll you do with yourself? You’d better come and dine with us!”