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feeling of helpless antagonism returned. He surveyed the piled
furniture, the economically managed carpet, the unpleasing pictures on
the wall. Why had he felt remorse? Why had he entertained this
illusion of a helpless woman crying aloud in the pitiless darkness for
him? He peered into the unfathomable mysteries of the heart, and
ducked back to a smaller issue. Was he feeble?
The eggs came up. Nothing in Annie's manner invited a resumption of
the discussion.
"
Business brisk?" he ventured to ask.
Annie reflected. "It is," she said, "and it isn't. It's like that."
"Ah!" said Mr. Polly, and squared himself to his egg. "Was there an
inquest on that chap?"
"
"
"
"
"
What chap?"
What was his name?--Polly!"
Of course."
You're sure it was him?"
What you mean?"
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