inquiry as to what it was. This was done with an air
of indulged pettishness. He sulked a little about it.
Alf himself, I can reckon up, pretty truly, now. I
don�t believe in him as I once did any more. He is ill-conditioned.
He has a rude phrase and evil comment for every body
and everything. His spleen has been intensified by his
position and he, whether consciously or not, resents people�s
knowledge of it. It is as though he were perpetually
attempting to bully the world with an �I don�t care!
Everybody is as bad, if not worse!� All the time
this jarred with me. I was dull and constrained;
though old times had their influence, yet I knew this
wretched cant of �All Scoundrels!� to be senseless and to
have its root in wrong-doing. They live quite isola-
ted, as it were, she having no female acquaintances,
and not often venturing out. He bids her go, sometimes,
for exercise. She is an affectionate, uneducated girl,
and believes in him. His love is based on passion.
We came back by the cars, and didn�t go out again
that night. Subsequently it rained fiercely.
24. Monday. To Winter Street. Saw Will
Waud, whiskerless, moustached and timely dressed. In
Alf�s office most part of the morning. Went in to see
Damoreau. He and Waud have never been reconciled
since their squabble. Charley wrote Alf a placable letter
but he attributed the desire for reconciliation to a dread
on Damoreau�s part of his (Alf�s) going into the en-
graving business and so �injuring him.� Alf vilifies