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'You can smoke your cigarette here, dear; no one would smell that,' said the fond mother. 'Thank you, mother; but I thought of smoking with my father and uncle,' he replied. 'What! beard the lion in his den? What on earth for, George? You know you never do go and smoke with him,' observed Sarah. 'Don't go to-night, my dear. Your uncle 'as somethin' particular to say to 'im, an' nothin' very pleasant, I could see that; an' you'd best not be there in case 'e's upset. Not but w'at Bill manages 'im better than any one else; still, they'll get on better alone.' George Clay hesitated a minute, and then, turning back, took up his old position in his arm-chair, observing, 'Perhaps you're right, and I can go down and see him to-morrow.' 'See whom--Uncle Howroyd?' demanded Sarah. But George made no reply, and remained sunk among the cushions, his head tilted back and his eyes staring at the painted cupids on the ceiling, which did not give him much pleasure, judging by the half-frown upon his face. 'It's my belief that there's something the matter,' said Sarah after a silence. 'Nonsense, child! W'at should be the matter? There's always worries in business, an' women 'ave no right to interfere in such things nor make any remarks,' said Mrs Clay. 'Well, all I can say is, I wish something would happen. We're just stalled oxen here,' observed Sarah. 'Stalled oxen? W'atever can you mean?' asked Mrs Clay in bewilderment, for she did not recognise the allusion to the verse in Proverbs: 'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.' George gave a little chuckle. 'She certainly does not mean what she says.--You'd better read your Bible again, and you'll see that stalled oxen is what we eat, not what we are.' 'Stalled oxen?' said Mrs Clay, repeating, as was her custom, any remark which she did not understand or agree with. 'Is Sarah callin' us stalled oxen?' 'No, I'm not, mother; I'm the only one that feels like that. George hugs his golden chains, and so do you,' replied Sarah. 'And he doesn't care how doubtful the means are that give them to him.' George made no reply at all, and after some time the three got up and went to bed. And so ended an evening typical of many passed in the millionaire's house, which was only less dreary than usual owing to William Howroyd's visit. CHAPTER IV. AN UNANSWERED QUESTION. 'It's a beautiful morning, Miss Sarah,' s
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