Helen knew, by experience, that he would workall day; his boxes, she
said, were packed with books. "Leave it to me--leave it to me!" said
Willoughby, obviously intendingto do much mor
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fumbling at the door. "How are you, Vinrace?" said Ridley, extending a
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he came in, as though the meeting were melancholy to both,but on the
whole more so to him. Willoughby preserved his heartiness, tempered by
respect. For the moment nothing was said. "We looked in and saw you
laughing," Helen remarked. "Mr. Pepperhad just told a very good
story.""Pish. None of the stories were good," said her husband
peevishly. "Still a severe judge, Ridley?" enquired Mr. Vinrace. "We
bored you so that you left," said Ridley, speaking directlyto his
wife. As this was quite true Helen did not attempt to deny it,and her
next remark, "But didn't they improve after we'd gone?"was unfortunate,
for her husband answered with a droop of his shoulders,&
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quot;If possible they got worse."The situation was now one of considerable discomf
ort for everyone concerned, as was proved by a long interval
of constraintand silence. Mr. Pepper, indeed, created a diversion of a
kindby leaping on to his seat, both feet tucked under him, with
theaction of a spinster who detects a mouse, as the draught struckat his
ankles. Drawn up there, sucking at his cigar, with hisarms encircling
his knees, he looked like the image of Buddha,and from this elevation
began a discourse, addressed to nobody,for nobody had called for it,
upon the unplumbed depths of ocean. He professed himself surprised to
learn that although Mr. Vinracepossessed
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ten ships, regularly plying between London and Buenos
Aires,not one of them was bidden to investigate the great white
monstersof the lower waters. "No, no," laughed Willoughby, "the
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monsters of the earth are toomany for me!"Rachel was heard to sigh,
"Poor little goats!""If it weren't for the goats there'd be no
music, my dear;music depends upon goats," said her father rather
sharply,and Mr. Pepper went on to describe the white, hairless, blind
monsterslying curled on the ridges of sand at the bottom of the
sea,which would explode if you brought them to the surface,their sides
bursting asunder and scattering entrails to the windswhen released from
pressure, with considerable detail and withsuch show of knowledge, that
Ridley was disgusted, and begged him to stop. From all this Helen drew
her own conclusions, which were gloomy enough. Pepper was a bore;
Rachel was an unlicked girl, no doubt prolificof confidences, the very
first of which would be: "You see,I don't get on with my father."
Willoughby, as usual, loved hisbusiness and built his Empire, and
between them all she would beconsiderably bored. Being a woman of
action, however, she rose,and said that for her part she was going to
bed. At
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