Where's Soames ?" "He'll be in directly." "No, he won't," said James, almost fiercely; "he's at the funeral.

You think I know nothing." "Well," said Emily with calm, "you shouldn't get into such fusses when we tell you things." And plumping up his cushions, and putting the sal volatile beside him, she left the room.
But James sat there seeing visions--of Winifred in the Divorce Court, and the family name in the papers; of the earth falling on Roger's coffin; of Val taking after his father; of the pearls he had paid for and would never see again; of money back at four per cent., and the country going to the dogs; and, as the afternoon wore into evening, and tea-time passed, and dinnertime, those visions became more and more mixed and menacing--of being told nothing, till he had nothing left of all his wealth, and they told him nothing of it.

Where was Soames?
Why didn't he come in ?...

His hand grasped the glass of negus, he raised it to drink, and saw his son standing there looking at him.

A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, and putting the glass down, he said: "There you are! Dartie's gone to Buenos Aires." Soames nodded.