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But William spoke no word . In silence , then , they resumed their burdens and their journey . Clematis was waiting for them at the corner ahead . That evening , at about half-past seven o'clock , dinner being over and Mr. and Mrs. Baxter -LRB- parents of William -RRB- seated in the library , Mrs. Baxter said : `` I think it 's about time for you to go and dress for your Emerson Club meeting , papa , if you intend to go . '' `` Do I have to dress ? '' Mr. Baxter asked , plaintively . `` I think nearly all the men do , do n't they ? ''