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handkerchief between her teeth and tugged at it angrily。 The telephone
rang。 A…ah！ Lola gave a cry like a sob and dashed past him。 The door
of the telephone… room slammed； and at the same moment Charlotte called；
〃Is that you； father？〃
〃You're tired again；〃 said Charlotte reproachfully； and she stopped the
rocker and offered her warm plum…like cheek。 Bright…haired Ethel
pecked his beard； Marion's lips brushed his ear。
〃Did you walk back； father？〃 asked Charlotte。
〃Yes； I walked home；〃 said old Mr。 Neave； and he sank into one of the
immense drawing…room chairs。
〃But why didn't you take a cab？〃 said Ethel。 〃There are hundred of
cabs about at that time。〃
〃My dear Ethel；〃 cried Marion； 〃if father prefers to tire himself out； I
really don't see what business of ours it is to interfere。〃
〃Children； children？〃 coaxed Charlotte。
But Marion wouldn't be stopped。 〃No； mother； you spoil father； and
it's not right。 You ought to be stricter with him。 He's very naughty。〃
She laughed her hard； bright laugh and patted her hair in a mirror。
Strange！ When she was a little girl she had such a soft； hesitating voice；
she had even stuttered； and now； whatever she saideven if it was only
〃Jam； please； father〃it rang out as though she were on the stage。
〃Did Harold leave the office before you； dear？〃 asked Charlotte；
beginning to rock again。
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〃I'm not sure；〃 said Old Mr。 Neave。 〃I'm not sure。 I didn't see him
after four o'clock。〃
〃He said〃 began Charlotte。
But at that moment Ethel； who was twitching over the leaves of some
paper or other； ran to her mother and sank down beside her chair。
〃There； you see；〃 she cried。 〃That's what I mean； mummy。 Yellow；
with touches of silver。 Don't you agree？〃
〃Give it to me； love；〃 said Charlotte。 She fumbled for her tortoise…
shell spectacles and put them on； gave the page a little dab with her plump
small fingers； and pursed up her lips。 〃Very sweet！〃 she crooned vaguely；
she looked at Ethel over her spectacles。 〃But I shouldn't have the train。〃
〃Not the train！〃 wailed Ethel tragically。 〃But the train's the whole
point。〃
〃Here； mother； let me decide。〃 Marion snatched the paper playfully
from Charlotte。 〃I agree with mother；〃 she cried triumphantly。 〃The
train overweights it。〃
Old Mr。 Neave； forgotten； sank into the broad lap of his chair； and；
dozing； heard them as though he dreamed。 There was no doubt about it；
he was tired out； he had lost his hold。 Even Charlotte and the girls were
too much for him to…night。 They were too。。。too。。。But all his drowsing
brain could think of wastoo rich for him。 And somewhere at the back
of everything he was watching a little withered ancient man climbing up
endless flights of stairs。 Who was he？
〃I shan't dress to…night；〃 he muttered。
〃What do you say； father？〃
〃Eh； what； what？〃 Old Mr。 Neave woke with a start and stared across
at them。 〃I shan't dress to…night；〃 he repeated。
〃But； father； we've got Lucile coming； and Henry Davenport； and Mrs。
Teddie Walker。〃
〃It will look so very out of the picture。〃
〃Don't you feel well； dear？〃
〃You needn't make any effort。 What is Charles for？〃
〃But if you're really not up to it；〃 Charlotte wavered。
〃Very well！ Very well！〃 Old Mr。 Neave got up and went to join that
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little old climbing fellow just as far as his dressing…room。。。
There young Charles was waiting for him。 Carefully； as though
everything depended on it； he was tucking a towel round the hot…water can。
Young Charles had been a favourite of his ever since as a little red…faced
boy he had come into the house to look after the fires。 Old Mr。 Neave
lowered himself into the cane lounge by the window； stretched out his legs；
and made his little evening joke； 〃Dress him up； Charles！〃 And Charles；
breathing intensely and frowning； bent forward to take the pin out of his
tie。
H'm； h'm！ Well； well！ It was pleasant by the open window； very
pleasant a fine mild evening。 They were cutting the grass on the tennis
court below； he heard the soft churr of the mower。 Soon the girls would
begin their tennis parties again。 And at the thought he seemed to hear
Marion's voice ring out； 〃Good for you； partner。。。Oh； played； partner。。。Oh；
very nice indeed。〃 Then Charlotte calling from the veranda； 〃Where is
Harold？〃 And Ethel； 〃He's certainly not here； mother。〃 And
Charlotte's vague； 〃He said〃
Old Mr。 Neave sighed； got up； and putting one hand under his beard；
he took the comb from young Charles； and carefully combed the white
beard over。 Charles gave him a folded handkerchief； his watch and seals；
and spectacle case。
〃That will do； my lad。〃 The door shut； he sank back； he was alone。。。
And now that little ancient fellow was climbing down endless flights
that led to a glittering； gay dining…room。 What legs he had！ They were
like a spider'sthin； withered。
〃You're an ideal family； sir； an ideal family。〃
But if that were true； why didn't Charlotte or the girls stop him？ Why
was he all alone； climbing up and down？ Where was Harold？ Ah； it
was no good expecting anything from Harold。 Down； down went the
little old spider； and then； to his horror； old Mr。 Neave saw him slip past
the dining…room and make for the porch； the dark drive； the carriage gates；
the office。 Stop him； stop him； somebody！
Old Mr。 Neave started up。 It was dark in his dressing…room； the
window shone pale。 How long had he been asleep？ He listened； and
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through the big； airy； darkened house there floated far…away voices； far…
away sounds。 Perhaps； he thought vaguely； he had been asleep for a long
time。 He'd been forgotte