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the Casa Gould had been married for some years now.He remained squatting on his heels for a time, gazingfondly at his offspring, which returned his stare with imperturbablegravity; then, solemn and respectable, walkeddown the path.‘What is it, Basilio?’ asked Mrs. Gould.‘A telephone came through from the office of the mine.The master remains to sleep at the mountain to-night.’Dr. Monygham had got up and stood looking away. Aprofound silence reigned for a time under the shade of thebiggest trees in the lovely gardens of the Casa Gould.‘Very well, Basilio,’ said Mrs. Gould. She watched himwalk away along the path, step aside behind the floweringbush, and reappear with the child seated on his shoulder.He passed through the gateway between the garden and thepatio with measured steps, careful of his light burden.The doctor, with his back to Mrs. Gould, contemplateda flower-bed away in the sunshine. People believed himscornful and soured. The truth of his nature consisted inhis capacity for passion and in the sensitiveness of his temperament.What he lacked was the polished callousness ofmen of the world, the callousness from which springs aneasy tolerance for oneself and others; the tolerance wide aspoles asunder from true sympathy and human compassion.This want of callousness accounted for his sardonic turn ofmind and his biting speeches.In profound silence, and glaring viciously at the brilliantflower-bed, Dr. Monygham poured mental imprecations onCharles Gould’s head. Behind him the immobility of Mrs.