Lee, Edward - A Little Magenta Book About A Dollhouse

A year or so earlier, I had read Lee’s Witch Water. In the intro, he declared his admiration for M.R. James, and his hope that he would one day write like the good don. Followed by the Witch Water pastiche. Sheer twaddle.
The Magenta Dollhouse again opens with Lee effusing his adoration of James, then gets down to “recreating” his style.
Reginald Lympton collects dollhouses. Vain, pompous, he is wealthy enough to be among the top echelon of collectors. So when he receives word of a hitherto unsuspected example, he bolts off. This in spite of the fact that his voluptuous wife eagerly offers herself to him.
Not to worry, this being a Lee work, the good wife shall feel the throb of his prodigious stallion soon enough. As will the yearning shopgirl, the wanton neighbor next door, I forget who else. All pendulous and sopping. Lee is ever the horny 14 year old.
I have read every supernatural story by M.R. James. I have no idea which one(s) he is emulating. Perhaps I missed one carnal fevered jewel. As always, know thyself.