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up the hot streets crowded with carriages, reeking with dusty odours, wended his way home. Before reaching Wistaria Avenue he removed old Jolyon's letter from his pocket, and tearing it carefully into tiny pieces, scattered them in the dust of the road. He let himself in with his key, and called his wife's name. But she had gone out, taking Jolly and Holly, and the house was empty; alone in the garden the dog Balthasar lay in the shade snapping at flies. Young Jolyon took his seat there, too, under the pear-tree that bore no fruit. CHAPTER XI--BOSINNEY ON PAROLE The day after the evening at Richmond Soames returned from Henley by a morning train. Not constitutionally interested in amphibious sports, his visit had been one of business rather than pleasure, a client of some importance having asked him down. He went straight to the City, but finding things slack, he left at three o'clock, glad of this chance to get home quietly. Irene did not expect him. Not that he had any desire to spy on her actions, but there was no harm in thus unexpectedly surveying the scene. After changing to Park clothes he went into the drawing-room. She was sitting idly in the corner of the sofa, her favourite seat; and there were circles under her eyes, as though she had not slept. He asked: "How is it you're in? Are you expecting somebody?" "Yes that is, not particularly." "Who?" "Mr. Bosinney said he might come." "Bosinney. He ought to be at work." To this she made no answer. "Well," said Soames, "I want you to come out to the Stores with me, and after that we'll go to the Park." "I don't want to go out; I have a headache." Soames replied: "If ever I want you to do anything, you've always got a headache. It'll do you good to come and sit under the trees." She did not answer. Soames was silent for some minutes; at last he said: "I don't know what your idea of a wife's duty is. I never have known!" He had not expected her to reply, but she did. "I have tried to do what you want; it's not my fault that I haven't been able to put my heart into it." "Whose fault is it, then?" He watched her askance. "Before we were married you promised to let me go if our marriage was not a success. Is it a success?" Soames frowned. "Success," he stammered--"it would be a success if you behaved yourself properly!" "I have tried," said Irene. "Will you let me go?" Soames turned away. Secretly alarme
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