to leave off and never would leave off
From the next room came a regular, muffled, oratorical sound, as though some one had begun many years ago to address a meeting and had forgotten to leave off and never would leave off. They were familiar with the sound, and they quitted Mr. Povey’s chamber in fear of disturbing it. At the same moment Mr. Povey reappeared, this time in the drawing-room doorway at the other extremity of the long corridor. He seemed to be trying ineffectually to flee from his tooth as a murderer tries to flee from his conscience.
"Oh, Mr. Povey!" said Constance quickly–for he had surprised them coming out of his bedroom; "we were just looking for you."
"To see if we could do anything for you," Sophia added.
"Oh no, thanks!" said Mr. Povey.
Then he began to come down the corridor, slowly.
"You haven’t been to the dentist’s," said Constance sympathetically.
"No, I haven’t," said Mr. Povey, as if Constance was indicating a fact which had escaped his attention. "The truth is, I thought it looked like rain, and if I’d got wet–you see–"
Miserable Mr. Povey!
"Yes," said Constance, "you certainly ought to keep out of draughts. Don’t you think it would be a good thing if you went and sat in the parlour? There’s a fire there."
"I shall be all right, thank you," said Mr. Povey. And after a pause: "Well, thanks, I will."
Chapter 1 The Square III
The girls made way for him to pass them at the head of the twisting stairs which led down to the parlour. Constance followed, and Sophia followed Constance.
"Have father’s chair," said Constance.
There were two rocking-chairs with fluted backs covered by antimacassars, one on either side of the hearth. That to the left was still entitled "father’s chair," though its owner had not sat in it since long before the Crimean war, and would never sit in it again.
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