CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"The Height of the season," said Bonamy. 

The sun had already blistered the paint on the backs of the green chairs in Hyde Park; peeled the bark off the plane trees; and turned the earth to powder and to smooth yellow pebbles. Hyde Park was circled, incessantly, by turning wheels. 

"The height of the season," said Bonamy sarcastically. 

He was sarcastic because of Clara Durrant; because Jacob had come back from Greece very brown and lean, with his pockets full of Greek notes, which he pulled out when the chair man came for pence; because Jacob was silent. 

"He has not said a word to show that he is glad to see me," thought Bonamy bitterly. 

The motor cars passed incessantly over the bridge of the Serpentine; the upper classes walked upright, or bent themselves gracefully over the palings; the lower classes lay with their knees cocked up, flat on their backs; the sheep grazed on pointed wooden legs; small children ran down the sloping grass, stretched their arms, and fell. 

"Very urbane," Jacob brought out. 

"Urbane" on the lips of Jacob had mysteriously all the shapeliness of a character which Bonamy thought daily more sublime, devastating, terrific than ever, though he was still, and perhaps would be for ever, barbaric, obscure. 

What superlatives! What adjectives! How acquit Bonamy of sentimentality of the grossest sort; of being tossed like a cork on the waves; of having no steady insight into character; of being unsupported by reason, and of drawing no comfort whatever from the works of the classics? 
Who is speaking?
What do they say?
Are they being serious?
Why?
What is her last name?
Why else?
In what way?
Why else?
Had he expressed happiness to see him?
Is this upsetting him?
What is going on around him?
Where?
Over what?
What else are they looking at?
Doing what?
Anything else?
And the other people?
Who else?
On their stomachs?
What does the other person say?
Does this excite him?
Bonamy
Bonamy
The Height of the season
The Height of the season
No
sarcastically
because of Clara
 because of Clara
Durrant
Durrant
Jacob had come back from Greece
Jacob had come back from Greece
very brown and lean
very brown and lean
Jacob was silent
Jacob was silent
No
He has not said a word to show that he is glad to see me
Yes
bitterly
motor cars passed
 motor cars passed
over the bridge
over the bridge
the Serpentine
the Serpentine
children
children
They ran down the grass
ran down the sloping grass, stretched their arms, and fell
stretched their arms, and fell
stretched their arms, and fell
the upper classes walked upright
the upper classes walked upright
the lower classes lay
the lower classes lay
No
flat on their back
"Very urbane,"
"Very urbane,"
Yes
 Bonamy thought daily more sublime