Flack replied that all the columns had been ordered, adding, “and all the capitals different — one with dragons in the foliage, another approaching to the Ionian style, another introducing Mrs. Flack's initials — every one different.” For he had read his Ruskin. He built his villas according to his desire; and not until he had inserted an immovable aunt into one of them did Sir Harry buy.

This futile and unprofitable transaction filled the knight with sadness as he leant on Mrs. Honeychurch's carriage. He had failed in his duties to the country-side, and the country-side was laughing at him as well. He had spent money, and yet Summer Street was spoilt as much as ever. All he could do now was to find a desirable tenant for “Cissie” — some one really desirable.