heads on their shoulders, I’ll be bound?” 

 At this Helen immediately brightened more than she had yet done, and explained that her son was six and her daughter ten. Everybody said that her boy was like her and her girl like Ridley. As for brains, they were quick brats, she thought, and modestly she ventured on a little story about her son,—how left alone for a minute he had taken the pat of butter in his fingers, run across the room with it, and put it on the fire—merely for the fun of the thing, a feeling which she could understand. 

 “And you had to show the young rascal that these tricks wouldn’t do, eh?” 

 “A child of six? I don’t think they matter.” 

 “I’m an old-fashioned father.” 

 “Nonsense, Willoughby; Rachel knows better.” 

 Much as Willoughby would doubtless have liked his daughter to praise him she did not; her eyes were unreflecting as water, her fingers still toying with the fossilised fish, her mind absent. The elder people went on to speak of arrangements that could be made for Ridley’s comfort—a table placed where he couldn’t help looking at the sea, far from boilers, at the same time sheltered from the view of people passing. Unless he made this a holiday, when his books were all packed, he would have no holiday whatever; for out at Santa Marina Helen knew, by experience, that he would work all day; his boxes, she said, were packed with books. 

 “Leave it to me—leave it to me!” said Willoughby, obviously intending to do much more than she asked of him. But Ridley and Mr. Pepper were heard fumbling at the door. 

 “How are you, Vinrace?” said Ridley, extending a limp hand as he came in, as though the meeting were melancholy to both, but on the whole more so to him. 

 Willoughby preserved his heartiness, tempered by respect. For the moment nothing was said. 

 “We looked in and saw you laughing,” Helen remarked. “Mr. Pepper had just told a very good story.” 

 “Pish. None of the stories were good,” said her husband peevishly. 

 “Still a severe judge, Ridley?” enquired Mr. Vinrace. 

 “We bored you so that you left,” said Ridley, speaking directly to his wife. 

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