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           ‘Well,sir,’hereturned,inhisslowway,‘it’smorethanIamaccustomedto;butIcan’tdenymyselfthepleasureofyourconversation.ItseemsbutyesterdaythatIhadthehonourofattendingyouinthemeasles.Youcamethroughthemcharmingly,sir!’

           Iacknowledgedthiscompliment,andorderedthenegus,whichwassoonproduced.‘Quiteanuncommondissipation!’saidMr.Chillip,stirringit,‘butIcan’tresistsoextraordinaryanoccasion.Youhavenofamily,sir?’

           Ishookmyhead.

           ‘Iwasawarethatyousustainedabereavement,sir,sometimeago,’saidMr.Chillip.‘Ihearditfromyourfather-in-law’ssister.Verydecidedcharacterthere,sir?’

           ‘Why,yes,’saidI,‘decidedenough.Wheredidyouseeher,Mr.Chillip?’

           ‘Areyounotaware,sir,’returnedMr.Chillip,withhisplacidestsmile,‘thatyourfather-in-lawisagainaneighbourofmine?’

           ‘No,’saidI.

           ‘Heisindeed,sir!’saidMr.Chillip.‘Marriedayoungladyofthatpart,withaverygoodlittleproperty,poorthing.Andthisactionofthebrainnow,sir?Don’tyoufinditfatigueyou?’saidMr.Chillip,lookingatmelikeanadmiringRobin.

           Iwaivedthatquestion,andreturnedtotheMurdstones.‘Iwasawareofhisbeingmarriedagain.Doyouattendthefamily?’Iasked.

           ‘Notregularly.Ihavebeencalledin,’hereplied.

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