He
had seen it.
So there was nothing for it in the failure of his mother's
civilities but to increase his own. He would go down to Harting and
take his leave of these amiable outcasts himself. With a certain
effusion. He would do this soon because he was now within sight of
the beginning of his world tour. He had made his plans and prepared
most of his equipment. Little remained to do but the release of
Merkle, the wrappering and locking up of Finacue Street, which could
await him indefinitely, and the buying of tickets. He decided to
take the opportunity afforded by a visit of Sir Godfrey and Lady
Marayne to the Blights, big iron people in the North of England of
so austere a morality that even Benham was ignored by it. He
announced his invasion in a little note to Mrs. Wilder. He parted
from his mother on Friday afternoon; she was already, he perceived,
a little reconciled to his project of going abroad; and contrived
his arrival at South Harting for that sunset hour which was for his
imagination the natural halo of Amanda.
"I'm going round the world," he told them simply.
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