He put his hand on the lock of the office door, and held it shut.
"The young lady, Mrs.Gallilee! I am sure you will never breathe a word of this to the pretty gentle, young lady?
Even if it was true; and, as God is my witness, I am sure it's false--" "Good-evening, Mr.Mool!" He opened the door, and let her go; her looks and tones told him that remonstrance was worse than useless.

From year's end to year's end, this modest and amiable man had never been heard to swear.

He swore now.
"Damn Doctor Benjulia!" he burst out, in the solitude of his office.

His dinner was waiting for him at home.

Instead of putting on his hat, he went back to his writing-table.