ueer peace of the morning, in the relaxation after tension, and in the
complete realisation of the occurrence, Edwin perceived from the
demeanour of all that, by an instinctive action extending over perhaps
five seconds of time, he had procured for himself a wondrous and
apparently permanent respect. Miss Ingamells, when he went vaguely into
the freshly watered shop before breakfast, greeted him in a new tone,
and with startling deference asked him what he thought she had better do
in regard to the addressing of a certain parcel. Edwin considered this
odd; he considered it illogical; and one consequence of Miss Ingamells's
quite sincere attitude was that he despised Miss Ingamells for a moral
weakling. He knew that he himself was a moral weakling, but he was sure
that he could never bend, never crouch, to such a posture as Miss
Ingamells's; that she was obviously sincere only increased his secret
scorn.

But his father resembled Miss Ingamells. Edwin had not dreamt that
mankind, and especially his father, was characterised by such
simplicity. And yet, on reflection, had he not always found in his
father a peculiar ingenuousness, which he could not but look down upon?
His father, whom he met crossing the yard, spoke to him almost as he
might have spoken to a junior partner. It was more than odd; it was
against nature, as Edwin had conceived nature.

He was so superior and lofty, yet without intending it, that he made no
attempt to put himself in his father's place. He, in the exciting
moments between the first cracking sound and the second, had had a
vision of wrecked machinery and timber in an abyss at his feet. His
father had had a vision far more realistic and terrifying. His father
had seen the whole course of his printing business brought to a
standstill, and all his savings dragged out of him to pay for
reconstruction and for new machinery. His father had seen loss of life
which might be accounted to his negligence. His father had seen, with
that pessimism which may overtake anybody in a crisis, the ruin of a
career, the final frustration of his lifelong daring and obstinacy, and
the end of everything. And then he had seen his son suddenly walk forth
and save the frightful situation. He had always looked down upon that
son as helpless, coddled, incapable of initiative or of boldness. He
believed himself to be a highly remarkable man, and existence had taught
him that remarkable men seldom or never ha