Only the wholesome dread caging.

But Mortimer, not yet done with self-indulgence in more convenient forms, cast about him within his new limits for occupation between those hours consecrated to the rites of the table and the card-room.
He drove four, but found that it numbed his arms, and that the sea air made him sleepy.

Motor-cars agreed with him only when driving with a pretty woman.

Forced through ennui to fish off the rocks, he soon tired of the sea-perch and rock-cod and the malodours of periwinkle and clam.
Then he frankly took to Major Belwether's sunny side of the gun-room, with illustrated papers and apples and decanter.

But Major Belwether, always as careful of his digestion as of his financial secrets, blandly dodged the pressing invitations to rum and confidence, until Mortimer sulkily took up his headquarters in the reading-room, on the chance of his wife's moving elsewhere.