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ent。 〃Why？ Answer me that！〃
〃I。。。。〃
Sam rapped sharply on the desk。
〃Be careful； sir。 Be very careful！〃 He knew that this was what lawyers always said。 Of course； there is a difference in position between a miscreant whom you suspect of an attempt at perjury and the father of the girl you love； whose consent to the match you wish to obtain； but Sam was in no mood for these nice distinctions。 He only knew that lawyers told people to be very careful； so he told Mr。 Bennett to be very careful。
〃What do you mean； be very careful？〃 said Mr。 Bennett。
〃I'm dashed if I know；〃 said Sam frankly。 The question struck him as a mean attack。 He wondered how Widgery would have met it。 Probably by smiling quietly and polishing his spectacles。 Sam had no spectacles。 He endeavoured； however； to smile quietly。
〃Don't laugh at me！〃 roared Mr。 Bennett。
〃I'm not laughing at you。〃
〃You are！〃
〃I'm not！〃
〃Well； don't then！〃 said Mr。 Bennett。 He glowered at his young panion。 〃I don't know why I'm wasting my time； talking to you。 The position is clear to the meanest intelligence。 You cannot have any difficulty in understanding it。 I have no objection to you personally。。。。〃
〃e； this is better！〃 said Sam。
〃I don't know you well enough to have any objection to you or any opinion of you at all。 This is the first time I have ever met you in my life。〃
〃Mark you；〃 said Sam。 〃I think I am one of those fellows who grow on people。。。。〃
〃As far as I am concerned； you simply do not exist。 You may be the noblest character in London or you may be wanted by the police。 I don't know。 And I don't care。 It doesn't matter to me。 You mean nothing in my life。 I don't know you。〃
〃You must persevere；〃 said Sam。 〃You must buckle to and get to know me。 Don't give the thing up in this half…hearted way。 Everything has to have a beginning。 Stick to it； and in a week or two you will find yourself knowing me quite well。〃
〃I don't want to know you！〃
〃You say that now； but wait！〃
〃And thank goodness I have not got to！〃 exploded Mr。 Bennett； ceasing to be calm and reasonable with a suddenness which affected Sam much as though half a pound of gunpowder had been touched off under his chair。 〃For the little I have seen of you has been quite enough！ Kindly understand that my daughter is engaged to be married to another man； and that I do not wish to see or hear anything of you again！ I shall try to forget your very existence； and I shall see to it that Wilhelmina does the same！ You're an impudent scoundrel； sir！ An impudent scoundrel！ I don't like you！ I don't wish to see you again！ If you were the last man in the world I wouldn't allow my daughter to marry you！ If that is quite clear； I will wish you good morning！〃
Mr。 Bennett thundered out of the room； and Sam； temporarily stunned by the outburst； remained where he was； gaping。 A few minutes later life began to return to his palsied limbs。 It occurred to him that Mr。 Bennett had forgotten to kiss him good…bye； and he went into the outer office to tell him so。 But the outer office was empty。 Sam stood for a moment in thought； then he returned to the inner office； and； picking up a time…table； began to look out trains to the village of Windlehurst in Hampshire； the nearest station to his aunt Adeline's charming old…world house； Windles。
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As I read over the last few chapters of this narrative； I see that I have been giving the reader a rather too jumpy time。 To almost a painful degree I have excited his pity and terror； and； though that is what Aristotle tells one ought to do； I feel that a little respite would not be out of order。 The reader can stand having his emotions churned up to a certain point； after that he wants to take it easy。 It is with pleasure； therefore； that I turn now to depict a quiet； peaceful scene in domestic life。 It won't last longthree minutes； perhaps； by a stop…watchbut that is not my fault。 My task is to record facts as they happened。
The morning sunlight fell pleasantly on the garden of Windles； turning it into the green and amber Paradise which Nature had intended it to be。 A number of the local birds sang melodiously in the under…growth at the end of the lawn； while others； more energetic； hopped about the grass in quest of worms。 Bees； mercifully ignorant that； after they had worked themselves to the bone gathering honey； the proceeds of their labour would be collared and consumed by idle humans； buzzed industriously to and fro and dived head foremost into flowers。 Winged insects danced sarabands in the sunshine。 And in a deck…chair under the cedar…tree Billie Bennett； with a sketching…block on her knee； was engaged in drawing a picture of the ruined castle。 Beside her； curled up in a ball； lay her Pekinese dog； Pinky…Boodles。 Beside Pinky…Boodles slept Smith； the bulldog。 In the distant stable…yard； unseen but audible； a boy in shirt sleeves was washing the car and singing as much as treacherous memory would permit of a popular sentimental ballad。
You may think that was all。 You may suppose that nothing could be added to deepen the atmosphere of peace and content。 Not so。 At this moment； Mr。 Bennett emerged from the French windows of the drawing…room； clad in white flannels and buckskin shoes； supplying just the finishing touch that was needed。
Mr。 Bennett crossed the lawn； and sat down beside his daughter。 Smith； the bull…dog； raising a sleepy head； breathed heavily； but Mr。 Bennett did not quail。 Of late； relations of distant but solid friendship had e to exist between them。 Sceptical at first； Mr。 Bennett had at length allowed himself to be persuaded of the mildness of the animal's nature and the essential purity of his motives； and now it was only when they encountered each other unexpectedly round sharp corners that he ever betrayed the slightest alarm。 So now； while Smith slept on the grass； Mr。 Bennett reclined in the chair。 It was the nearest thing modern civilization had seen to the lion lying down with the lamb。
〃Sketching？〃 said Mr。 Bennett。
〃Yes；〃 said Billie； for there were no secrets between this girl and her father。 At least； not many。 She occasionally omitted to tell him some such trifle as that she had met Samuel Marlowe on the previous morning in a leafy lane； and intended to meet him again this afternoon； but apart from that her mind was an open book。
〃It's a great morning；〃 said Mr。 Bennett。
〃So peaceful；〃 said Billie。
〃The eggs you get in the country in England；〃 said Mr。 Bennett； suddenly striking a lyrical note； 〃are extraordinary。 I had three for breakfast this morning which defied petition； simply defied petition。 They were large and brown； and as fresh as new…mown…hay！〃
He mused for a while in a sort of ecstasy。
〃And the hams！〃 he went on。 〃The ham I had for breakfast was what I call ham！ I don't know when I've had ham like that。 I suppose it's something they feed the pigs；〃 he concluded； in soft meditation。 And he gave a little sigh。 Life was very beautiful。
Silence fell； broken only by the snoring of Smith。 Billie was thinking of Sam； and of what Sam had said to her in the lane yesterday； of his clean…cut face； and the look in his eyesso vastly superior to any look tha