Flack's initials--every one different." For he had read his
Ruskin. He built his villas according to his desire; and not until
he had inserted an immovable aunt into one of them did Sir Harry
buy.
This futile and unprofitable transaction filled the knight with
sadness as he leant on Mrs. Honeychurch's carriage. He had
failed in his duties to the country-side, and the country-side
was laughing at him as well. He had spent money, and yet Summer
Street was spoilt as much as ever. All he could do now was to
find a desirable tenant for "Cissie"--some one really desirable.
"The rent is absurdly low," he told them, "and perhaps I am an
easy landlord. But it is such an awkward size. It is too large
for the peasant class and too small for any one the least like
ourselves."
Cecil had been hesitating whether he should despise the villas or
despise Sir Harry for despising them. The latter impulse seemed
the more fruitful.
"You ought to find a tenant at once," he said maliciously. "It
would be a perfect paradise for a bank clerk.
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