plants less fibrous, sappy, and persistent-one day will see it flourishing with bland, full foliage, in an almost repugnant pros
“That ought to come down,” he said, pointing to the oak-tree.
“You think so? You think that with the tree there you don't get enough view for your money.”
Again James eyed him suspiciously-this young man had a peculiar way of putting things: “Well!” he said, with a perplexed, nervous, emphasis, “I don't see what you want with a tree.”
“It shall come down to-morrow,” said Bosinney.
James was alarmed. “Oh,” he said, “don't go saying I said it was to come down! I know nothing about it!”
“No?”
James went on in a fluster: “Why, what should I know about it? It's nothing to do with me! You do it on your own responsibility.”
The colour had deepened in her thin, oval face, with its straight brows, and large, grey eyes. Her hair, brushed in fine, high curves back from her forehead, was going grey, like his own, and this greyness made the sudden vivid colour in her cheeks painfully pathetic.
The look on her face, such as he had never seen there before, such as she had always hidden from him, was full of secret resentments, and longings, and fears. Her eyes, under their twitching brows, stared painfully. And she was silent.