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He
said
now
:
"
How
are
you
,
Sheppard
?
"
in
his
usual
abrupt
fashion
,
and
then
stood
squarely
in
front
of
the
fireplace
looking
over
our
heads
as
though
he
saw
something
very
interesting
happening
in
Timbuctoo
.
"
Major
Blunt
,
"
said
Flora
,
"
I
wish
you
’
d
tell
me
about
these
African
things
.
I
’
m
sure
you
know
what
they
all
are
.
"
I
have
heard
Hector
Blunt
described
as
a
woman
hater
,
but
I
noticed
that
he
joined
Flora
at
the
silver
table
with
what
might
be
described
as
alacrity
.
They
bent
over
it
together
.
I
was
afraid
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
would
begin
talking
about
settlements
again
,
so
I
made
a
few
hurried
remarks
about
the
new
sweet
pea
.
I
knew
there
was
a
new
sweet
pea
because
the
Daily
Mail
had
told
me
so
that
morning
.
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
knows
nothing
about
horticulture
,
but
she
is
the
kind
of
woman
who
likes
to
appear
well
-
informed
about
the
topics
of
the
day
,
and
she
,
too
,
reads
the
Daily
Mail
.
We
were
able
to
converse
quite
intelligently
until
Ackroyd
and
his
secretary
joined
us
,
and
immediately
afterwards
Parker
announced
dinner
.
My
place
at
table
was
between
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
and
Flora
.
Blunt
was
on
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
’
s
other
side
,
and
Geoffrey
Raymond
next
to
him
.
Dinner
was
not
a
cheerful
affair
.
Ackroyd
was
visibly
preoccupied
.
He
looked
wretched
,
and
ate
next
to
nothing
.
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
,
Raymond
,
and
I
kept
the
conversation
going
.
Flora
seemed
affected
by
her
uncle
’
s
depression
,
and
Blunt
relapsed
into
his
usual
taciturnity
.
Immediately
after
dinner
Ackroyd
slipped
his
arm
through
mine
and
led
me
off
to
his
study
.
