Notwithstanding all this, the necessity for the decision made him sorry, for if he had no great sense of proportion, he was at least humane.
He was still smoking his pipe and staring at a sheet of paper covered with small figures when his wife entered. Though she had come to ask his advice on a very different subject, she saw at once that he was vexed, and said:
“What's the matter, Geoff?”
Lord Valleys rose, went to the hearth, deliberately tapped out his pipe, then held out to her the sheet of paper.
“That quarry! Nothing for it—must go!”
Lady Valleys' face changed.
“Oh, no! It will mean such dreadful distress.”
Lord Valleys stared at his nails. “It's putting a drag on the whole estate,” he said.
“I know, but how could we face the people—I should never be able to go down there. And most of them have such enormous families.”
Since Lord Valleys continued to bend on his nails that slow, thought-forming stare, she went on earnestly: