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           Heseemedtoberathercocksure,thisyoungman;andhismannerswerebad.ButMr.Bankesbadehimselfobserve,hehadcourage;hehadability;hewasextremelywellupinthefacts.Probably,Mr.Bankesthought,asTansleyabusedthegovernment,thereisagooddealinwhathesays.

           "Tellmenow..."hesaid.Sotheyarguedaboutpolitics,andLilylookedattheleafonthetable-cloth;andMrs.Ramsay,leavingtheargumententirelyinthehandsofthetwomen,wonderedwhyshewassoboredbythistalk,andwished,lookingatherhusbandattheotherendofthetable,thathewouldsaysomething.Oneword,shesaidtoherself.Forifhesaidathing,itwouldmakeallthedifference.Hewenttotheheartofthings.Hecaredaboutfishermenandtheirwages.Hecouldnotsleepforthinkingofthem.Itwasaltogetherdifferentwhenhespoke;onedidnotfeelthen,prayheavenyoudon’tseehowlittleIcare,becauseonedidcare.Then,realisingthatitwasbecausesheadmiredhimsomuchthatshewaswaitingforhimtospeak,shefeltasifsomebodyhadbeenpraisingherhusbandtoherandtheirmarriage,andsheglowedalloverwithoutrealisingthatitwassheherselfwhohadpraisedhim.Shelookedathimthinkingtofindthisinhisface;hewouldbelookingmagnificent...Butnotintheleast!Hewasscrewinghisfaceup,hewasscowlingandfrowning,andflushingwithanger.Whatonearthwasitabout?shewondered.Whatcouldbethematter?OnlythatpooroldAugustushadaskedforanotherplateofsoup—thatwasall.