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Mr
Arthur
stepped
in
and
shut
the
door
.
‘
Your
figure
is
filled
out
,
and
set
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
turning
to
look
at
him
with
the
light
raised
again
,
and
shaking
his
head
;
‘
but
you
don
’
t
come
up
to
your
father
in
my
opinion
.
Nor
yet
your
mother
.
’
‘
How
is
my
mother
?
’
‘
She
is
as
she
always
is
now
.
Keeps
her
room
when
not
actually
bedridden
,
and
hasn
’
t
been
out
of
it
fifteen
times
in
as
many
years
,
Arthur
.
’
They
had
walked
into
a
spare
,
meagre
dining
-
room
.
The
old
man
had
put
the
candlestick
upon
the
table
,
and
,
supporting
his
right
elbow
with
his
left
hand
,
was
smoothing
his
leathern
jaws
while
he
looked
at
the
visitor
.
The
visitor
offered
his
hand
.
The
old
man
took
it
coldly
enough
,
and
seemed
to
prefer
his
jaws
,
to
which
he
returned
as
soon
as
he
could
.
‘
I
doubt
if
your
mother
will
approve
of
your
coming
home
on
the
Sabbath
,
Arthur
,
’
he
said
,
shaking
his
head
warily
.
‘
You
wouldn
’
t
have
me
go
away
again
?
’
‘
Oh
!
I
?
I
?
I
am
not
the
master
.
It
’
s
not
what
I
would
have
.
I
have
stood
between
your
father
and
mother
for
a
number
of
years
.
I
don
’
t
pretend
to
stand
between
your
mother
and
you
.
’
‘
Will
you
tell
her
that
I
have
come
home
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Arthur
,
yes
.
Oh
,
to
be
sure
!
I
’
ll
tell
her
that
you
have
come
home
.
Please
to
wait
here
.
You
won
’
t
find
the
room
changed
.
’
He
took
another
candle
from
a
cupboard
,
lighted
it
,
left
the
first
on
the
table
,
and
went
upon
his
errand
.
He
was
a
short
,
bald
old
man
,
in
a
high
-
shouldered
black
coat
and
waistcoat
,
drab
breeches
,
and
long
drab
gaiters
.
He
might
,
from
his
dress
,
have
been
either
clerk
or
servant
,
and
in
fact
had
long
been
both
.
There
was
nothing
about
him
in
the
way
of
decoration
but
a
watch
,
which
was
lowered
into
the
depths
of
its
proper
pocket
by
an
old
black
ribbon
,
and
had
a
tarnished
copper
key
moored
above
it
,
to
show
where
it
was
sunk
.
His
head
was
awry
,
and
he
had
a
one
-
sided
,
crab
-
like
way
with
him
,
as
if
his
foundations
had
yielded
at
about
the
same
time
as
those
of
the
house
,
and
he
ought
to
have
been
propped
up
in
a
similar
manner
.
