She had not returned the kiss.

"Of course, I know that you don't appreciate in the least what I am doing!" Roger thrust his hands into his pockets, and walked up and down uncomfortably.

He thought, in fact, that Daphne was spoiling the dear nondescript old place, and he knew that the neighbourhood thought so too.

Also he particularly disliked the young architect who was superintending the works ("a priggish ass," who gave himself abominable airs--except to Daphne, whom he slavishly obeyed, and to Miss Farmer, with whom Roger had twice caught him gossipping).

But he was determined not to anger his wife, and he held his tongue.
"I wish, anyway, you wouldn't stick at it so closely," he said discontentedly.