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If
one
of
them
at
least
had
been
a
boy
.
But
all
three
!
And
,
as
ill-luck
would
have
it
,
there
did
not
seem
to
be
any
decent
young
fellows
left
in
the
world
.
When
he
looked
around
in
the
club
he
saw
only
a
lot
of
conceited
popinjays
too
selfish
to
think
of
making
a
good
woman
happy
.
Extreme
indigence
stared
him
in
the
face
with
all
that
crowd
to
keep
at
home
.
He
had
cherished
the
idea
of
building
himself
a
little
house
in
the
country
--
in
Surrey
--
to
end
his
days
in
,
but
he
was
afraid
it
was
out
of
the
question
,
...
and
his
staring
eyes
rolled
upwards
with
such
a
pathetic
anxiety
that
Captain
Whalley
charitably
nodded
down
at
him
,
restraining
a
sort
of
sickening
desire
to
laugh
.
"
You
must
know
what
it
is
yourself
,
Harry
.
Girls
are
the
very
devil
for
worry
and
anxiety
.
"
"
Ay
!
But
mine
is
doing
well
,
"
Captain
Whalley
pronounced
slowly
,
staring
to
the
end
of
the
avenue
.
The
Master-Attendant
was
glad
to
hear
this
.
Uncommonly
glad
.
He
remembered
her
well
.
A
pretty
girl
she
was
.
Captain
Whalley
,
stepping
out
carelessly
,
assented
as
if
in
a
dream
.
"
She
was
pretty
.
"
The
procession
of
carriages
was
breaking
up
.
One
after
another
they
left
the
file
to
go
off
at
a
trot
,
animating
the
vast
avenue
with
their
scattered
life
and
movement
;
but
soon
the
aspect
of
dignified
solitude
returned
and
took
possession
of
the
straight
wide
road
.
A
syce
in
white
stood
at
the
head
of
a
Burmah
pony
harnessed
to
a
varnished
two-wheel
cart
;
and
the
whole
thing
waiting
by
the
curb
seemed
no
bigger
than
a
child
's
toy
forgotten
under
the
soaring
trees
.
Captain
Eliott
waddled
up
to
it
and
made
as
if
to
clamber
in
,
but
refrained
;
and
keeping
one
hand
resting
easily
on
the
shaft
,
he
changed
the
conversation
from
his
pension
,
his
daughters
,
and
his
poverty
back
again
to
the
only
other
topic
in
the
world
--
the
Marine
Office
,
the
men
and
the
ships
of
the
port
.
He
proceeded
to
give
instances
of
what
was
expected
of
him
;
and
his
thick
voice
drowsed
in
the
still
air
like
the
obstinate
droning
of
an
enormous
bumble-bee
.
Captain
Whalley
did
not
know
what
was
the
force
or
the
weakness
that
prevented
him
from
saying
good-night
and
walking
away
.
It
was
as
though
he
had
been
too
tired
to
make
the
effort
.
How
queer
.
More
queer
than
any
of
Ned
's
instances
.
Or
was
it
that
overpowering
sense
of
idleness
alone
that
made
him
stand
there
and
listen
to
these
stories
.
Nothing
very
real
had
ever
troubled
Ned
Eliott
;
and
gradually
he
seemed
to
detect
deep
in
,
as
if
wrapped
up
in
the
gross
wheezy
rumble
,
something
of
the
clear
hearty
voice
of
the
young
captain
of
the
Ringdove
.
He
wondered
if
he
too
had
changed
to
the
same
extent
;
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
voice
of
his
old
chum
had
not
changed
so
very
much
--
that
the
man
was
the
same
.
Not
a
bad
fellow
the
pleasant
,
jolly
Ned
Eliott
,
friendly
,
well
up
to
his
business
--
and
always
a
bit
of
a
humbug
.
He
remembered
how
he
used
to
amuse
his
poor
wife
.
She
could
read
him
like
an
open
book
.
When
the
Condor
and
the
Ringdove
happened
to
be
in
port
together
,
she
would
frequently
ask
him
to
bring
Captain
Eliott
to
dinner
.
They
had
not
met
often
since
those
old
days
.
Not
once
in
five
years
,
perhaps
.
He
regarded
from
under
his
white
eyebrows
this
man
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
take
into
his
confidence
at
this
juncture
;
and
the
other
went
on
with
his
intimate
outpourings
,
and
as
remote
from
his
hearer
as
though
he
had
been
talking
on
a
hill-top
a
mile
away
.
