old upon him as he treated them."

"It depends upon who he is," said Walker, taking his cigar from his
mouth. "I never said the old man was afraid of anything."

"And character," continued Corey, disdaining to touch the matter
further, except in generalities, "must go for something. If it's to be
the prey of mere accident and appearance, then it goes for nothing."

"Accidents will happen in the best regulated families," said Walker,
with vulgar, good-humoured obtuseness that filled Corey with
indignation. Nothing, perhaps, removed his matter-of-fact nature
further from the commonplace than a certain generosity of instinct,
which I should not be ready to say was always infallible.

That evening it was Miss Dewey's turn to wait for speech with Lapham
after the others were gone. He opened his door at her knock, and stood
looking at her with a worried air. "Well, what do you want, Zerrilla?"
he asked, with a sort of rough kindness.

"I want to know what I'm going to do about Hen. He's back again; and
he and mother have made it up, and they both got to drinking last night
after I went home, and carried on so that the neighbours came in."

Lapham passed his hand over his red and heated face. "I don't know
what I'm going to do. You're twice the trouble that my own family is,
now. But I know what I'd do, mighty quick, if it wasn't for you,
Zerrilla," he went on relentingly. "I'd shut your mother up
somewheres, and if I could get that fellow off for a three years'
voyage----"

"I declare," said Miss Dewey, beginning to whimper, "it seems as if he
came back just so often to spite me. He's never gone more than a year
at the furthest, and you can't make it out habitual drunkenness,
either, when it's just sprees. I'm at my wit's end."

"Oh, well, you mustn't cry around here," said Lapham soothingly.

"I know it," said Miss Dewey. "If I could get rid of Hen, I could
manage well enough with mother. Mr. Wemmel would marry me if I could
get the divorce. He's said so over and over again."

"I don't know as I like that very well," said Lapham, frowning. "I
don't know as I want you should get married in any hurry again. I
don't know as I like your going with anybody else just yet."

"Oh, you needn't be afraid but what it'll be all right. It'll be the
best thing all round, if I can marry him."

"Well!" said Lapham impatiently; "I can't think about it now. I
suppose they've cleaned everything out again?"

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