The latter was not surprised to find that Grail had kept silence on the subject; but it was time now for the arrangements to be made public.
From the lecture-room, Mr.Bower went to a club where he was wont to relax himself of evenings; here he discussed the library question with such acquaintances as were at hand.

He reached home just after the closing of the shop.

Mary was gone to bed.

Mrs.Bower had just finished her supper, and was musing over the second half of her accustomed pint of ale.

Her husband threw himself into a chair, with an exclamation of scornful disgust.
'What's wrong now ?' asked Mrs.Bower.
'Well, I don't know what _you'll_ call it, but _I_ call it the damnedest bit of sneaking behaviour as I ever knew! He's given the librarianship to that fellow Grail.