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He rubbed his nose , as he talked , with the back of his hand , and made sudden little darts at the chalk on his trousers , as though he would brush it off . He had the face of an innocent baby , and when he spoke he looked at his companion with exactly the gaze of trusting confidence that a child bestows upon its elders . `` I hope you will forgive me , '' said Seymour , smiling ; `` I 've come , too , at such an awkward time , but the truth is I simply could n't help myself . I ought , besides , to catch the four o'clock train back to Polchester . '' `` Yes , indeed , '' said Mr. Trenchard , smiling , rubbing his hands together , and altogether in the dark as to what his visitor might be wanting . `` Ah , but I have n't explained ; how stupid of me ! My name is Seymour .