It took him three months and a visit to Baden-Baden to get better; there was something terrible in the idea that but for his, James's, money, Dartie's name might have appeared in the Bankruptcy List.
Composed of a physiological mixture so sound that if he had an earache he thought he was dying, he regarded the occasional ailments of his wife and children as in the nature of personal grievances, special interventions of Providence for the purpose of destroying his peace of mind; but he did not believe at all in the ailments of people outside his own immediate family, affirming them in every case to be due to neglected liver.
His universal comment was: "What can they expect?
I have it myself, if I'm not careful!" When he went to Soames's that evening he felt that life was hard on him: There was Emily with a bad toe, and Rachel gadding about in the country; he got no sympathy from anybody; and Ann, she was ill--he did not believe she would last through the summer; he had called there three times now without her being able to see him! And this idea of Soames's, building a house, that would have to be looked into.

As to the trouble with Irene, he didn't know what was to come of that--anything might come of it! He entered 62, Montpellier Square with the fullest intentions of being miserable.

It was already half-past seven, and Irene, dressed for dinner, was seated in the drawing-room.

She was wearing her gold-coloured frock--for, having been displayed at a dinner-party, a soiree, and a dance, it was now to be worn at home--and she had adorned the bosom with a cascade of lace, on which James's eyes riveted themselves at once.
"Where do you get your things ?" he said in an aggravated voice.

"I never see Rachel and Cicely looking half so well.