They were already part of himself, integral pieces and features of his soul.

And the calm beauty and peace of the morning ceased to touch him, he had a stern piece of business to put through before he could think of anything else.
* * * * * It was not yet six when he arrived at the house in which was Mills's flat.

A few housemaids were about, but the lift was not yet working, and he ran upstairs and rang at the bell.

It was answered almost immediately, for Mills's servant supposed it must be his master arriving at this early hour, since no one else would come then, and he opened the door, half dressed, with coat and trousers only put over his night things.
"Is Mr.Mills back yet ?" asked Morris.
"No, sir." Morris turned to go, but then stopped, his mind still half-suspicious that he had been warned by his partner, and was lying _perdu_.
"I'll give you another ten shillings," he said, "if you'll let me come in and satisfy myself." The man hesitated.
"A sovereign," said Morris.
* * * * * He went back to Sussex Square after this, roused Martin, ordering him to bring the motor round at once, and drank a cup of tea, for he would breakfast in town.

His mother he expected would be back during the morning, and at the thought of her he remembered that this was June 24th, her birthday, and that his present to her would be arriving by the early post.