In these stories Mr. Galsworthy returns to the type of character which he so masterfully depicted in those great stories of English social life "The Man of Property," "The Country House," etc. Each story is built around a single dominant character. Thus in A Stoic, the old financier, swollen, short-breathed, apoplectic, having to be lifted from his chair to address his boards and directorates, still dominates them by his reputation and buccaneer-like tactics.
clear intellect, trained to almost instinctive rejection of all but the essential, to selection of what was legally vital out of the mass of confused tactical and human detail presented to his scrutiny; yet sometimes tedious and wearing. As for instance to-day, when he had suspected his client of perjury, and was almost convinced that he must throw up his brief. He had disliked the weak-looking, white-faced fellow from the first, and his nervous, shifty answers, his prominent startled eyes--a type too common in these days of canting tolerations and weak humanitarianism; no good, no good!
Of the three books he had taken down, a Volume of Voltaire--curious fascination that Frenchman had, for all his destructive irony!--a volume of Burton's travels, and Stevenson's "New Arabian Nights," he had pitched upon the last. He felt, that evening, the want of something sedative, a desire to rest from thought of any kind. The court had been crowded, stuffy; the air, as he walked home, soft, sou'-westerly, charged w