Soamestookacupofteafromher，drankitquickly，andatethreeofthosemacaroonsforwhichTimothy’swasfamous。Hisfaint，pale，supercilioussmilehaddeepenedjustalittle。Really，hisfamilyremainedhopelesslyprovincial，howevermuchofLondontheymightpossessbetweenthem。Inthesego-aheaddaystheirprovinc-
ialismstaredoutevenmorethanitusedto。Why，oldNicholaswasstillaFreeTrader，andamemberofthatantediluvianhomeofLiberalism，theRemoveClub——though，tobesure，thememberswereprettywellallConservativesnow，orhehimselfcouldnothavejoined；andTimothy，theysaid，stillworeanightcap。AuntJuleyspokeagain。DearSoameswaslookingsowell，hardlyadayolderthanhedidwhendearAnndied，andtheywerealltheretogether，dearJolyon，anddearSwithin，anddearRoger。Shepausedandcaughtthetearwhichhadclimbedthepoutonherrightcheek。Didhe——didheeverhearanythingofIrenenowadays?AuntHestervisiblyinterposedhershoulder。Really，Juleywasalwayssayingsomething！ThesmileleftSoames’face，andheputhiscupdown。
Herewashissubjectbroachedforhim，andforallhisdesiretoexpand，hecouldnottakeadvantage。
AuntJuleywentonratherhastily：”TheysaydearJolyonfirstleftherthatfifteenthousandoutandout；thenofcoursehesawitwouldnotberight，andmadeitforherlifeonly。”
HadSoamesheardthat?