Queed

t bookcase, containing the Paynter library. After a safe interval of absorption in her sums, she pushed back her chair with the most respectfu

e looked up quickly, and her worst fears were realized. Mr. Queed was staring at her, as one scarcely

-Mr. Queed. It-it s

come when this question of noise in his di

nough to explain t

letely cowed, "it-it was only the meaning of a word he

riment interrupts my work, I cla

that word at the head of

oce

read out with a gulp and a cough, "it means 'self

delicately plain, but the lips of Doctor Queed

denly visited by an idea. "Oh! I see. You're

to that conclusi

way you-you do. Of course

hat way t

rted out: "Well-one thing-you sent me out of the room that night-when I coughed, you know. I-I d

d in a dry tone: "I am engaged upon a work of great importance to the public, I may say to posterity. Perha

she added innocently: "All men-writing men, I mean-feel that way about their work-I suppose. I remember Mr. Sutro who used to hav

to do with other men. I am thinking," he said with ra

ow I underst

you see and under

You believe in it for other people, b

ng about altruism that social science would ever formulate, and had stopped right there. All at once, his look altered; from objective it became subjective. The question seemed suddenly to hook onto somet

and just when everything was beginning to go so nicely too. In

just now, Mr. Queed. Inde

u were rude," he answe

Fifi was arres

it to your advanta

, flustered, "and-then of course there's the table

e no a