I just want your opinion." "Quite so," said the architect.
Soames peered about the room.
"You're rather high up here," he remarked.
Any information he could gather about the nature and scope of Bosinney's business would be all to the good.
"It does well enough for me so far," answered the architect.

"You're accustomed to the swells." He knocked out his pipe, but replaced it empty between his teeth; it assisted him perhaps to carry on the conversation.

Soames noted a hollow in each cheek, made as it were by suction.
"What do you pay for an office like this ?" said he.
"Fifty too much," replied Bosinney.
This answer impressed Soames favourably.
"I suppose it is dear," he said.

"I'll call for you--on Sunday about eleven." The following Sunday therefore he called for Bosinney in a hansom, and drove him to the station.

On arriving at Robin Hill, they found no cab, and started to walk the mile and a half to the site.
It was the 1st of August--a perfect day, with a burning sun and cloudless sky--and in the straight, narrow road leading up the hill their feet kicked up a yellow dust.
"Gravel soil," remarked Soames, and sideways he glanced at the coat Bosinney wore.