He had already, it seemed, informed himself to a rather surprising degree.

The shrewd, upright county gentleman was beginning to emerge, oddly, from the Apollo.

The merits and absurdities of the type were already there, indeed, _in posse_.

How persistent was the type, and the instinct! A man of Roger's antecedents might seem to swerve from the course; but the smallest favourable variation of circumstances, and there he was again on the track, trotting happily between the shafts.
"If only the wife plays up!" thought French.
The recollection of Daphne, indeed, emerged simultaneously in both minds.
"Daphne, you know, won't be able to stand this all the year round," said Roger.

"By George, no! not with a wagon-load of Leliuses!" Then, with a sudden veer and a flush: "I say, French, do you know what sort of state the Fairmile marriage is in by now?
I think that lady might have spared her call--don't you ?" French kept his eyes on the path.