In fact, it's time you took your coat off and started
work."
"I am quite ready, father."
"You didn't hear what I said," exclaimed Sir Mallaby with a look of
surprise. "I said it was time you began work."
"And I said I was quite ready."
"Bless my soul! You've changed your views a trifle since I saw you
last."
"I have changed them altogether."
Long hours of brooding among the red plush settees in the lounge of the
Hotel Magnificent at Bingley-on-the-Sea had brought about this strange,
even morbid, attitude of mind in Samuel Marlowe. Work, he had decided
even before his conversation with Eustace, was the only medicine for
his sick soul. Here, he felt, in this quiet office, far from the tumult
and noise of the world, in a haven of torts and misdemeanours and Vic.
I Cap 3's, and all the rest of it, he might find peace. At any rate, it
was worth taking a stab at it.
"Your trip has done you good," said Sir Mallaby approvingly. "The sea
air has given you some sense. I'm glad of it.
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