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Then
I
saw
that
,
before
sitting
down
on
the
sofa
,
he
was
spreading
the
day
's
paper
over
it
.
"
Whatever
makes
you
do
that
?
"
I
asked
,
and
he
started
like
one
bewildered
by
the
question
,
then
went
white
and
pushed
the
paper
aside
.
David
had
noticed
nothing
,
but
I
was
strangely
uncomfortable
,
and
,
despite
my
efforts
at
talk
,
often
lapsed
into
silence
,
to
be
roused
from
it
by
a
feeling
that
Paterson
was
looking
at
me
covertly
.
Pooh
!
what
vapours
of
the
imagination
were
these
.
I
blew
them
from
me
,
and
to
prove
to
myself
,
so
to
speak
,
that
they
were
dissipated
,
I
asked
him
to
see
David
home
.
As
soon
as
I
was
alone
,
I
flung
me
down
on
the
floor
laughing
,
then
as
quickly
jumped
up
and
was
after
them
,
and
very
sober
too
,
for
it
was
come
to
me
abruptly
as
an
odd
thing
that
Paterson
had
set
off
without
asking
where
David
lived
.
Seeing
them
in
front
of
me
,
I
crossed
the
street
and
followed
.
They
were
walking
side
by
side
rather
solemnly
,
and
perhaps
nothing
remarkable
happened
until
they
reached
David
's
door
.
I
say
perhaps
,
for
something
did
occur
.
A
lady
,
who
has
several
pretty
reasons
for
frequenting
the
Gardens
,
recognised
David
in
the
street
,
and
was
stooping
to
address
him
,
when
Paterson
did
something
that
alarmed
her
.
I
was
too
far
off
to
see
what
it
was
,
but
had
he
growled
"
Hands
off
!
"
she
could
not
have
scurried
away
more
precipitately
.
He
then
ponderously
marched
his
charge
to
the
door
,
where
,
assuredly
,
he
did
a
strange
thing
.
Instead
of
knocking
or
ringing
,
he
stood
on
the
step
and
called
out
sharply
,
"
Hie
,
hie
,
hie
!
"
until
the
door
was
opened
.
The
whimsy
,
for
it
could
be
nothing
more
,
curtailed
me
of
my
sleep
that
night
,
and
you
may
picture
me
trying
both
sides
of
the
pillow
.
I
recalled
other
queer
things
of
Paterson
,
and
they
came
back
to
me
charged
with
new
meanings
.
There
was
his
way
of
shaking
hands
.
He
now
did
it
in
the
ordinary
way
,
but
when
first
we
knew
him
his
arm
had
described
a
circle
,
and
the
hand
had
sometimes
missed
mine
and
come
heavily
upon
my
chest
instead
.
His
walk
,
again
,
might
more
correctly
have
been
called
a
waddle
.
There
were
his
perfervid
thanks
.
He
seldom
departed
without
thanking
me
with
an
intensity
that
was
out
of
proportion
to
the
little
I
had
done
for
him
.
In
the
Gardens
,
too
,
he
seemed
ever
to
take
the
sward
rather
than
the
seats
,
perhaps
a
wise
preference
,
but
he
had
an
unusual
way
of
sitting
down
.
I
can
describe
it
only
by
saying
that
he
let
go
of
himself
and
went
down
with
a
thud
.
I
reverted
to
the
occasion
when
he
lunched
with
me
at
the
Club
.
We
had
cutlets
,
and
I
noticed
that
he
ate
his
in
a
somewhat
finicking
manner
;
yet
having
left
the
table
for
a
moment
to
consult
the
sweets-card
,
I
saw
,
when
I
returned
,
that
there
was
now
no
bone
on
his
plate
.
The
waiters
were
looking
at
him
rather
curiously
.
David
was
very
partial
to
him
,
but
showed
it
in
a
somewhat
singular
manner
,
used
to
pat
his
head
,
for
instance
.
I
remembered
,
also
,
that
while
David
shouted
to
me
or
Irene
to
attract
our
attention
,
he
usually
whistled
to
Paterson
,
he
could
not
explain
why
.
These
ghosts
made
me
to
sweat
in
bed
,
not
merely
that
night
,
but
often
when
some
new
shock
brought
them
back
in
force
,
yet
,
unsupported
,
they
would
have
disturbed
me
little
by
day
.
Day
,
however
,
had
its
reflections
,
and
they
came
to
me
while
I
was
shaving
,
that
ten
minutes
when
,
brought
face
to
face
with
the
harsher
realities
of
life
,
we
see
things
most
clearly
as
they
are
.
Then
the
beautiful
nature
of
Paterson
loomed
offensively
,
and
his
honest
eyes
insulted
over
me
.
No
one
come
to
nigh
twenty
years
had
a
right
to
such
faith
in
his
fellow-creatures
.
He
could
not
backbite
,
nor
envy
,
nor
prevaricate
,
nor
jump
at
mean
motives
for
generous
acts
.
He
had
not
a
single
base
story
about
women
.
It
all
seemed
inhuman
.
