--4
But the house had to be let, and it had to be let to Sir Isaac Harman.
In another moment an amiable though distinguished man of letters was in the hall interviewing the great _entrepreneur_.
The latter gentleman was perhaps three inches shorter than Mr. Brumley, his hair was grey-shot brown, his face clean-shaven, his features had a thin irregularity, and he was dressed in a neat brown suit with a necktie very exactly matching it. "Sir Isaac Harman?" said Mr. Brumley with a note of gratification.
"That"s it," said Sir Isaac. He appeared to be nervous and a little out of breath. "Come," he said, "just to look over it. Just to see it.
Probably too small, but if it doesn"t put you out----"
He blew out the skin of his face about his mouth a little.
"Delighted to see you anyhow," said Mr. Brumley, filling the world of unspoken things with singularly lurid curses.
"This. Nice little hall,--very," said Sir Isaac. "Pretty, that bit at the end. Many rooms are there?"
Mr. Brumley answered inexactly and meditated a desperate resignation of the whole job to Mrs. Rabbit. Then he made an effort and began to explain.
"That clock," said Sir Isaac interrupting in the dining-room, "is a fake."
Mr. Brumley made silent interrogations.
"Been there myself," said Sir Isaac. "They sell those bra.s.s fittings in Ho"bun."
They went upstairs together. When Mr. Brumley wasn"t explaining or pointing out, Sir Isaac made a kind of whistling between his clenched teeth. "This bathroom wants refitting anyhow," he said abruptly. "I daresay Lady Harman would like that room with the bay--but it"s all--small. It"s really quite pretty; you"ve done it cleverly, but--the size of it! I"d have to throw out a wing. And that you know might spoil the style. That roof,--a gardener"s cottage?... I thought it might be.
What"s this other thing here? Old barn. Empty? That might expand a bit.
Couldn"t do only just this anyhow."
He walked in front of Mr. Brumley downstairs and still emitting that faint whistle led the way into the garden. He seemed to regard Mr.
Brumley merely as a source of answers to his questions, and a seller in process of preparation for an offer. It was clear he meant to make an offer. "It"s not the house I should buy if I was alone in this," he said, "but Lady Harman"s taken a fancy somehow. And it might be adapted...."
From first to last Mr. Brumley never said a single word about Euphemia and the young matrimony and all the other memories this house enshrined.
He felt instinctively that it would not affect Sir Isaac one way or the other. He tried simply to seem indifferent to whether Sir Isaac bought the place or not. He tried to make it appear almost as if houses like this often happened to him, and interested him only in the most incidental manner. They had their proper price, he tried to convey, which of course no gentleman would underbid.
In the exquisite garden Sir Isaac said: "One might make a very pretty little garden of this--if one opened it out a bit."
And of the sunken rock-garden: "That might be dangerous of a dark night."
"I suppose," he said, indicating the hill of pines behind, "one could buy or lease some of that. If one wanted to throw it into the place and open out more.
"From my point of view," he said, "it isn"t a house. It"s----" He sought in his mind for an expression--"a Cottage Ornay."
This history declines to record either what Mr. Brumley said or what he did not say.
Sir Isaac surveyed the house thoughtfully for some moments from the turf edging of the great herbaceous border.
"How far," he asked, "is it from the nearest railway station?..."
Mr. Brumley gave details.
"Four miles. And an infrequent service? Nothing in any way suburban?
Better to motor into Guildford and get the Express. H"m.... And what sort of people do we get about here?"
Mr. Brumley sketched.
"Mildly horsey. That"s not bad. No officers about?... Nothing nearer than Aldershot.... That"s eleven miles, is it? H"m. I suppose there aren"t any _literary_ people about here, musicians or that kind of thing, no advanced people of that sort?"
"Not when I"ve gone," said Mr. Brumley, with the faintest flavour of humour.
Sir Isaac stared at him for a moment with eyes vacantly thoughtful.
"It mightn"t be so bad," said Sir Isaac, and whistled a little between his teeth.
Mr. Brumley was suddenly minded to take his visitor to see the view and the effect of his board upon it. But he spoke merely of the view and left Sir Isaac to discover the board or not as he thought fit. As they ascended among the trees, the visitor was manifestly seized by some strange emotion, his face became very white, he gasped and blew for breath, he felt for his face with a nervous hand.
"Four thousand," he said suddenly. "An outside price."
"A minimum," said Mr. Brumley, with a slight quickening of the pulse.
"You won"t get three eight," gasped Sir Isaac.
"Not a business man, but my agent tells me----" panted Mr. Brumley.
"Three eight," said Sir Isaac.
"We"re just coming to the view," said Mr. Brumley. "Just coming to the view."
"Practically got to rebuild the house," said Sir Isaac.
"There!" said Mr. Brumley, and waved an arm widely.
Sir Isaac regarded the prospect with a dissatisfied face. His pallor had given place to a shiny, flushed appearance, his nose, his ears, and his cheeks were pink. He blew his face out, and seemed to be studying the landscape for defects. "This might be built over at any time," he complained.
Mr. Brumley was rea.s.suring.
For a brief interval Sir Isaac"s eyes explored the countryside vaguely, then his expression seemed to concentrate and run together to a point.
"H"m," he said.
"That board," he remarked, "quite wrong there."
"_Well!_" said Mr. Brumley, too surprised for coherent speech.
"Quite," said Sir Isaac Harman. "Don"t you see what"s the matter?"
Mr. Brumley refrained from an eloquent response.
"They ought to be," Sir Isaac went on, "white and a sort of green. Like the County Council notices on Hampstead Heath. So as to blend.... You see, an ad. that hits too hard is worse than no ad. at all. It leaves a dislike.... Advertis.e.m.e.nts ought to blend. It ought to seem as though all this view were saying it. Not just that board. Now suppose we had a shade of very light brown, a kind of light khaki----"