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He paused to rise and shut again the shut
door.
"How long will you be?" he said, standing by the table.
I laughed.
"Oh, it's not that!" he said, in some confusion. "Of course, I like to
be with her. But it's not that only. The truth is, Withers, I don't
care about leaving her too long with my aunt."
I hesitated. He looked at me questioningly.
"Look here, Seaton," I said, "you know well enough that I don't want to
interfere in your affairs, or to offer advice where it is not wanted.
But don't you think perhaps you may not treat your aunt quite in the
right way? As one gets old, you know, a little give and take. I have an
old godmother, or something. She talks, too.... A little allowance: it
does no harm. But, hang it all, I'm no talker."
He sat down with his hands in his pockets and still with his eyes fixed
almost incredulously on mine. "How?" he said.
"Well, my dear fellow, if I'm any judge--mind, I don't say that I
am--but I can't help thinking she thinks you don't care for her; and
perhaps takes your silence for--for bad temper.


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