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`` Well , '' said Mr. Wentworth , `` I infer she has tired of us . '' Acton pretended to sit down , but he was restless ; he found it impossible to talk with Mr. Wentworth . At the end of ten minutes he took up his hat and said that he thought he would `` go off . '' It was very late ; it was ten o'clock . His quiet-faced kinsman looked at him a moment . `` Are you going home ? '' he asked .