nstairs and found Lady Hardy reading a magazine in a dining…room armchair and finely poised between devotion and martyrdom。 A shadow of vexation fell athwart his mind at the sight of her。 〃I'd no idea it was so late；〃 he said。 〃I heard no gong。〃 〃After you swore so at poor Bradley I ordered that there should be no gongs when we were alone。 I did come up to your door about half past eight。 I crept up。 But I was afraid I might upset you if I came in。〃 〃But you've not waited〃 〃I've had a mouthful of soup。〃 Lady Hardy rang the bell。 〃I've done some work at last；〃 said Sir Richmond； astride on the hearthrug。 〃I'm glad；〃 said Lady Hardy； without gladness。 〃I waited for three hours。〃 Lady Hardy was a frail little blue…eyed woman with uneven shoulders and a delicate sweet profile。 Hers was that type of face that under even the most pleasant and luxurious circumstances still looks bravely and patiently enduring。 Her refinement threw a tinge of coarseness over his eager consumption of his excellent clear soup。 〃What's this fish； Bradley？〃 he asked。 〃Turbot； Sir Richmond。〃 〃Don't you have any？〃 he asked his wife。 〃I've had a little fish； 〃 said Lady Hardy。 When Bradley was out of the room； Sir Richmond remarked： 〃I saw that nerves man； Dr。 Martineau； to…day。 He wants me to take a holiday。 〃 The quiet patience of the lady's manner intensified。 She said nothing。 A flash of resentment lit Sir Richmond's eyes。 When he spoke again； he seemed to answer unspoken accusations。 〃Dr。 Martineau's idea is that he should come with me。〃 The lady adjusted herself to a new point of view。 〃But won't that be reminding you of your illness and worries？〃 〃He seems a good sort of fellow。 。 。 。 I'm inclined to like him。 He'll be as good company as anyone。 。 。 。 This TOURNEDOS looks excellent。 Have some。〃 〃I had a little bird；〃 said Lady Hardy； 〃when I found you weren't coming。〃 〃But I saydon't wait here if you've dined。 Bradley can see to me。〃 She smiled and shook her head with the quiet conviction of one who knew her duty better。 〃Perhaps I'll have a little ice pudding when it comes；〃 she said。 Sir Richmond detested eating alone in an atmosphere of observant criticism。 And he did not like talking with his mouth full to an unembarrassed interlocutor who made no conversational leads of her own。 After a few mouthfuls he pushed his plate away from him。 〃Then let's have up the ice pudding；〃 he said with a faint note of bitterness。 〃But have you finished？〃 〃The ice pudding！〃 he exploded wrathfully。 〃The ice pudding！〃 Lady Hardy sat for a moment； a picture of meek distress。 Then； her delicate eyebrows raised； and the corners of her mouth drooping； she touched the button of the silver table… bell。
CHAPTER THE THIRD THE DEPARTURE Section 1 No wise man goes out upon a novel expedition without misgivings。 And between their first meeting and the appointed morning both Sir Richmond Hardy and Dr。 Martineau were the prey of quite disagreeable doubts about each other； themselves； and the excursion before them。 At the time of their meeting each had been convinced that he gauged the other sufficiently for the purposes of the proposed tour。 Afterwards each found himself trying to recall the other with greater distinctness and able to recall nothing but queer； ominous and minatory traits。 The doctor's impression of the great fuel specialist grew ever darker； leaner； taller and more impatient。 Sir Richmond took on the likeness of a monster obdurate and hostile； he spread upwards until like the Djinn out of the bottle； he darkened the heavens。 And he talked too much。 He talked ever so much too much。 Sir Richmond also thought that the doctor talked too much。 In addition； he read into his imperfect memory of the doctor's face； an expression of protruded curiosity。 What was all this problem of motives and inclinations that they were 〃going into〃 so gaily？ He had merely consulted the doctor on a simple； straightforward need for a nervous tonicthat was what he had neededa tonic。 Instead he had engaged himself forhe scarcely knew whatan indiscreet； indelicate； and altogether undesirable experiment in confidences。 Both men were considerably reassured when at last they set eyes on each other again。 Indeed each was surprised to find something almost agreeable in the appearance of the other。 Dr。 Martineau at once perceived that the fierceness of Sir Richmond was nothing more than the fierceness of an overwrought man； and Sir Richmond realized at a glance that the curiosity of Dr。 Martineau's bearing had in it nothing personal or base； it was just the fine alertness of the scientific mind。 Sir Richmond had arrived nearly forty minutes late； and it would have been evident to a much less highly trained observer than Dr。 Martineau that some dissension had arisen between the little； ladylike； cream and black Charmeuse car and its owner。 There was a faint air of resentment and protest between them。 As if Sir Richmond had been in some way rude to it。 The cap of the radiator was adorned with a little brass figure of a flying Mercury。 Frozen in a sprightly attitude； its stiff bound and its fixed heavenward stare was highly suggestive of a forced and tactful disregard of current unpleasantness。 Nothing was said； however； to confirm or dispel this suspicion of a disagreement between the man and the car。 Sir Richmond directed and assisted Dr。 Martineau's man to adjust the luggage at the back； and Dr。 Martineau watched the proceedings from his dignified front door。 He was wearing a suit of fawn tweeds； a fawn Homburg hat and a light Burberry； with just that effect of special preparation for a holiday which betrays the habitually busy man。 Sir Richmond's brown gauntness was； he noted； greatly set off by his suit of grey。 There had certainly been some sort of quarrel。 Sir Richmond was explaining the straps to Dr。 Martineau's butler with the coldness a man betrays when he explains the uncongenial habits of some unloved intimate。 And when the moment came to start and the little engine did not immediately respond to the electric starter； he said： 〃Oh！ COME up； you！〃 His voice sank at the last word as though it was an entirely confidential communication to the little car。 And it was an extremely low and disagreeable word。 So Dr。 Martineau decided that it was not his business to hear it。 。 。 。 It was speedily apparent that Sir Richmond was an experienced and excellent driver。 He took the Charmeuse out into the traffic of Baker Street and westward through brisk and busy streets and roads to Brentford and Hounslow smoothly and swiftly； making a score of unhesitating and accurate decisions without apparent thought。 There was very little conversation until they were through Brentford。 Near Shepherd's Bush； Sir Richmond had explained； 〃This is not my own particular car。 That was butted into at the garage this morning and its radiator cracked。 So I had to fall back on this。 It's quite a good little car。 In its way。 My wife drives it at times。 It has one or two constitutional weaknessesincidental to the makegear…box over the back axle for examplegets all the vibration。 Whole machine rather on the flimsy side。 Still〃 He left the topic at that。 Dr。 Martineau said something of no consequence about its being a very comfortable little car。 Somewhere between Brentford and Hounslow； Sir Richmond plunged into the matter between them。 〃I don't know how deep we are going into these psychological probings of yours；〃 he said。 〃But I doubt very much if we shall get anything out of them。〃 〃Probably not；〃 said Dr。 Martineau。 〃After all； what I want is a tonic。 I don't see that there is anything positively wrong with me。 A certain lack of energy 〃 〃Lack of balance；〃 corrected the doctor。 〃You are wasting energy upon internal friction。 〃But isn't that inevitable？ No machine is perfectly efficient。 No man either。 There is always a waste。 Waste of the type； waste of the individual idiosyncrasy。 This little car； for instance； isn't pulling as she ought to pullshe never does。 She's low in her class。 So with myself； there is a natural and necessary high rate of energy waste。 Moods of apathy and indolence are natural to me。 （Damn that omnibus！ All over the road！）〃 〃We don't deny the imperfection〃 began the doctor。 〃One has to fit oneself to one's circumstances；〃 said Sir Richmond； opening up another line of thought。 〃We don't deny the imperfection〃 the doctor stuck to it。 〃These new methods of treatment are based on the idea of imperfection。 We begin with that。 I began with that last Tuesday。 。 。 。〃 Sir Richmond； too； was sticking to his argument。 〃A man； and for that matter the world he lives in； is a tangle of accumulations。 Your psychoanalyst starts； it seems to me； with a notion of stripping down to something fundamental。 The ape before was a tangle of accumulations； just as we are。 So it was with his forebears。 So it has always been。 All life is an endless tangle of accumulations。〃 〃Recognize it；〃 said the doctor。 〃And then？〃 said Sir Richmond； controversially。 〃Recognize in particular your own tangle。〃 〃Is my particular tangle very different from the general tangle？ （Oh！ Damn this feeble little engine！） I am a creature of undecided will； urged on by my tangled heredity to do a score of entirely incompatible things。 Mankind； all life； is that。〃