"Irene can't stand the cold!" he said.
"Ah!" said Bosinney sarcastically. "Your wife? She doesn't like the
cold? I'll see to that; she shan't be cold. Look here!" he pointed, to
four marks at regular intervals on the walls of the court. "I've given
you hot-water pipes in aluminium casings; you can get them with very
good designs."
Soames looked suspiciously at these marks.
"It's all very well, all this," he said, "but what's it going to cost?"
The architect took a sheet of paper from his pocket:
"The house, of course, should be built entirely of stone, but, as I
thought you wouldn't stand that, I've compromised for a facing. It ought
to have a copper roof, but I've made it green slate. As it is, including
metal work, it'll cost you eight thousand five hundred."
"Eight thousand five hundred?" said Soames. "Why, I gave you an outside
limit of eight!"
"Can't be done for a penny less," replied Bosinney coolly.
"You must take it or leave it!"
It was the only way, probably, that such a proposition could have been
made to Soames. He was nonplussed. Conscience told him to throw the
whole thing up. But the design was good, and he knew it--there was
completeness about it, and dignity; the servants' apartments were
excellent too.
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