"That's right. I want to get done. Queer how these details fidget
me. Nerves! I ought to have had a holiday this summer. You were
wiser."

The next day Warburton went out with Applegarth to his house some
ten miles south of Bristol, and dined there, and stayed over night.
It had not yet been settled where he and Sherwood should have their
permanent abode; there was a suggestion that they should share a
house which was to let not far from Applegarth's, but Will felt
uneasy at the thought of a joint tenancy, doubting whether he could
live in comfort with any man. He was vexed at having to leave his
flat in Chelsea, which so thoroughly suited his habits and his
tastes.

Warburton and his host talked much of Sherwood.

"When I first met him," said the jam-manufacturer, "he struck me as
the queerest man of business--except myself--that I had ever
seen. He talked about Norse sagas, witchcraft, and so on, and when
he began about business, I felt uneasy. Of course I know him better
now."

"There are not many steadier and shrewder men than Sherwood,"
remarked Will.

"I feel sure of that," replied the other. And he added, as if to
fortify himself in the opinion: "Yes, I feel sure of it."

"In spite of all his energy, never rash."