Then he took his own cup of tea from his wife, and said, more coldly than he had intended: "Can't you see your way to do it for eight thousand after all?
There must be a lot of little things you could alter." Bosinney drank off his tea at a gulp, put down his cup, and answered: "Not one!" Soames saw that his suggestion had touched some unintelligible point of personal vanity.
"Well," he agreed, with sulky resignation; "you must have it your own way, I suppose." A few minutes later Bosinney rose to go, and Soames rose too, to see him off the premises.

The architect seemed in absurdly high spirits.

After watching him walk away at a swinging pace, Soames returned moodily to the drawing-room, where Irene was putting away the music, and, moved by an uncontrollable spasm of curiosity, he asked: "Well, what do you think of 'The Buccaneer' ?" He looked at the carpet while waiting for her answer, and he had to wait some time.
"I don't know," she said at last.
"Do you think he's good-looking ?" Irene smiled.

And it seemed to Soames that she was mocking him.
"Yes," she answered; "very.".