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Maurice waited hopefully until his mother and Mrs. Wilson came out again. Then he turned eagerly towards them.,"I don't think so," said David resolutely. "We haven't such a lot of time to be together that we need anyone else butting in. I'm satisfied as we are.",At this point the house comes in view, and conversation languishes. The women give a small touch to their furs and laces, the men indulge in a final yawn that is to last them until the gates of Anadale close behind them again.,The man with the brown wig peered with his head on one side at Mr Lawrence, as though Mr Short's toast conveyed a piece of news to him.,Even the builders of the dam often felt that intervention was the only way out of a bad situation. Bob was sure that this unsettled condition was responsible for Mr. Whitney’s being away from the work at a time when matters were in such a ticklish condition.,"Why, they can't help it," explains he. "They are sent half the time.","Yet answer me," persists he, very earnestly.,"Yes, and——","Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely.",“Tell me a little about him.”,He entered the cabin and took his place. Mr Eagle at the foot of the table carved the boiled beef. When they were fairly under way with their dinner Paul went forward, and the two men were alone in the cabin, out of hearing of Mr Lawrence's ears through the open skylight if they suppressed their voices, equally out of hearing of the inmate, under lock and key, of the captain's cabin.,"Two down," cried Stanhope. "Good work, Billy!".