Chapter 30Arnold Random walked down to the South Lodge that afternoon. The burden upon him was now so great that he no longer noticed the untidiness of Emmeline’s garden. Even the fact that three of Scheherazade’s kittens were playing at being tigers in the jungle, and that Lucifer actually darted across his path and nearly tripped him up, made very little impression upon the unhappiness of his mood. What had happened had happened—you could never go back. But he need not turn Emmeline out. Sitting in the least uncomfortable of her chairs, he told her so, his manner very stiff, his face lined and grey.
“I came to say that I—in fact my plans have undergone an alteration.”
Emmeline gazed at him. It was impossible for her to look unkindly at anyone, and she felt a real concern.
“Yes, Arnold
