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He
wished
one
of
them
would
ask
him
.
He
was
finding
it
hard
to
concentrate
.
The
sight
of
the
running
metal
was
still
burned
into
his
mind
,
filling
his
consciousness
,
leaving
no
room
for
anything
else
.
"
You
might
have
apologized
,
only
I
ought
to
know
better
than
to
expect
it
.
"
It
was
his
mother
’
s
voice
;
he
turned
:
she
was
looking
at
him
with
that
injured
look
which
proclaims
the
long
-
bearing
patience
of
the
defenseless
.
"
Mrs
.
Beecham
was
here
for
dinner
,
"
she
said
reproachfully
.
"
What
?
"
"
Mrs
.
Beecham
.
My
friend
Mrs
.
Beecham
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
I
told
you
about
her
,
I
told
you
many
times
,
but
you
never
remember
anything
I
say
.
Mrs
.
Beecham
was
so
anxious
to
meet
you
,
but
she
had
to
leave
after
dinner
,
she
couldn
’
t
wait
,
Mrs
.
Beecham
is
a
very
busy
person
.
She
wanted
so
much
to
tell
you
about
the
wonderful
work
we
’
re
doing
in
our
parish
school
,
and
about
the
classes
in
metal
craftsmanship
,
and
about
the
beautiful
wrought
-
iron
doorknobs
that
the
little
slum
children
are
making
all
by
themselves
.
"
It
took
the
whole
of
his
sense
of
consideration
to
force
himself
to
answer
evenly
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
if
I
disappointed
you
,
Mother
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
sorry
.
You
could
’
ve
been
here
if
you
’
d
made
the
effort
.
But
when
did
you
ever
make
an
effort
for
anybody
but
yourself
?
You
’
re
not
interested
in
any
of
us
or
in
anything
we
do
.
You
think
that
if
you
pay
the
bills
,
that
’
s
enough
,
don
’
t
you
?
Money
!
That
’
s
all
you
know
.
And
all
you
give
us
is
money
.
Have
you
ever
given
us
any
time
?
"
