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e ever fool enough to marry her; or that pragmatical fellow; his son Ernest。

And when they were gone he reflected with added zest on the six thousand pounds he was getting for them out of Joe Pillin and his ships。  He would have to pitch it strong in his speech at the general meeting。  With freights so low; there was bound to be opposition。  No dash nowadays; nothing but gabby caution!  They were a scrim…shanking lot on the Boardhe had had to pull them round one by onethe deuce of a tug getting this thing through!  And yet; the business was sound enough。  Those ships would earn money; properly handled…good money

His valet; coming in to prepare him for dinner; found him asleep。  He had for the old man as much admiration as may be felt for one who cannot put his own trousers on。  He would say to the housemaid Molly: 〃He's a game old blightermust have been a rare one in his day。 Cocks his hat at you; even now; I see!〃  To which the girl; Irish and pretty; would reply: 〃Well; an' sure I don't mind; if it gives um a pleasure。  'Tis better anyway than the sad eye I get from herself。〃

At dinner; old Heythorp always sat at one end of the rosewood table and his daughter at the other。  It was the eminent moment of the day。 With napkin tucked high into his waistcoat; he gave himself to the meal with passion。  His palate was undimmed; his digestion unimpaired。  He could still eat as much as two men; and drink more than one。  And while he savoured each mouthful he never spoke if he could help it。  The holy woman had nothing to say that he cared to hear; and he nothing to say that she cared to listen to。  She had a horror; too; of what she called 〃the pleasures of the table〃those lusts of the flesh!  She was always longing to dock his grub; he knew。  Would see her further first!  What other pleasures were there at his age?  Let her wait till she was eighty。  But she never would be; too thin and holy!

This evening; however; with the advent of the partridge she did speak。

〃Who were your visitors; Father?〃

Trust her for nosing anything out!  Fixing his little blue eyes on her; he mumbled with a very full mouth: 〃Ladies。〃

〃So I saw; what ladies?〃

He had a longing to say: 'Part of one of my families under the rose。' As a fact it was the best part of the only one; but the temptation to multiply exceedingly was almost overpowering。  He checked himself; however; and went on eating partridge; his secret irritation crimsoning his cheeks; and he watched her eyes; those cold precise and round grey eyes; noting it; and knew she was thinking: 'He eats too much。'

She said: 〃Sorry I'm not considered fit to be told。  You ought not to be drinking hock。〃

Old Heythorp took up the long green glass; drained it; and repressing fumes and emotion went on with his partridge。  His daughter pursed her lips; took a sip of water; and said:

〃I know their name is Larne; but it conveyed nothing to me; perhaps it's just as well。〃

The old man; mastering a spasm; said with a grin:

〃My daughter…in…law and my granddaughter。〃

〃What!  Ernest marriedOh!  nonsense!〃

He chuckled; and shook his head。

〃Then do you mean to say; Father; that you were married before you married my mother?〃

〃No。〃

The expression on her face was as good as a play!

She said with a sort of disgust: 〃Not married!  I see。  I suppose those people are hanging round your neck; then; no wonder you're always in difficulties。  Are there any more of them?〃

Again the old man suppressed that spasm; and the veins in his neck and forehead swelled alarmingly。  If he had spoken he would infallibly have choked。  He ceased eating; and putting his hands on the table tried to raise himself。  He could not and subsiding in his chair sat glaring at the stiff; quiet figure of his daughter。

〃Don't be silly; Father; and make a scene before Meller。  Finish your dinner。〃

He did not answer。  He was not going to sit there to be dragooned and insulted!  His helplessness had never so weighed on him before。  It was like a revelation。  A logthat had to put up with anything!  A log!  And; waiting for his valet to return; he cunningly took up his fork。

In that saintly voice of hers she said:

〃I suppose you don't realise that it's a shock to me。  I don't know what Ernest will think〃

〃Ernest be d…d。〃

〃I do wish; Father; you wouldn't swear。〃

Old Heythorp's rage found vent in a sort of rumble。  How the devil had he gone on all these years in the same house with that woman; dining with her day after day!  But the servant had come back now; and putting down his fork he said:

〃Help me up!〃

The man paused; thunderstruck; with the souffle balanced。  To leave dinner unfinishedit was a portent!

〃Help me up!〃

〃Mr。 Heythorp's not very well; Meller; take his other arm。〃

The old man shook off her hand。

〃I'm very well。  Help me up。  Dine in my own room in future。〃

Raised to his feet; he walked slowly out; but in his sanctum he did not sit down; obsessed by this first overwhelming realisation of his helplessness。  He stood swaying a little; holding on to the table; till the servant; having finished serving dinner; brought in his port。

〃Are you waiting to sit down; sir?〃

He shook his head。  Hang it; he could do that for himself; anyway。 He must think of something to fortify his position against that woman。  And he said:

〃Send me Molly!〃

〃Yes; sir。〃  The man put down the port and went。

Old Heythorp filled his glass; drank; and filled again。  He took a

cigar from the box and lighted it。  The girl came in; a grey…eyed; dark…haired damsel; and stood with her hands folded; her head a little to one side; her lips a little parted。  The old man said:

〃You're a human being。〃

〃I would hope so; sirr。〃

〃I'm going to ask you something as a human beingnot a servant see?〃

〃No; sirr; but I will be glad to do anything you like。〃

〃Then put your nose in here every now and then; to see if I want anything。  Meller goes out sometimes。  Don't say anything; Just put your nose in。〃

〃Oh!  an' I will; 'tis a pleasure 'twill be to do ut。

He nodded; and when she had gone lowered himself into his chair with a sense of appeasement。  Pretty girl!  Comfort to see a pretty face… not a pale; peeky thing like Adela's。  His anger burned up anew。  So she counted on his helplessness; had begun to count on that; had she? She should see that there was life in the old dog yet!  And his sacrifice of the uneaten souffle; the still less eaten mushrooms; the peppermint sweet with which he usually concluded dinner; seemed to consecrate that purpose。  They all thought he was a hulk; without a shot left in the locker!  He had seen a couple of them at the Board that afternoon shrugging at each other; as though saying: 'Look at him!' And young Farney pitying him。  Pity; forsooth!  And that coarse…grained solicitor chap at the creditors' meeting curling his lip as much as to say: 'One foot in the grave!'  He had seen the clerks dowsing the glim of their grins; and that young pup Bob Pillin screwing up his supercilious mug over his dog…collar。  He knew that scented humbug Rosamund was getting scared that he'd drop off before she'd squeezed him dry。  And his valet was always looking him up and down queerly。  As to that holy woman!  Not quite so fast!  Not quite so fast!  And filling his glass for the fourth time; he slowly sucked down the dark red fluid; with the 〃old boots〃 flavour which his soul loved; and; drawing deep at his cigar; closed his eyes。




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The room in the hotel where the general meetings of 〃The Island Navigation Company〃 were held was nearly full when the secretary came through the door which as yet divided the shareholders from their directors。  Having surveyed their empty chairs; their ink and papers; and nodded to a shareholder or two; he stood; watch in hand; contemplating the congregation。  A thicker attendance than he had ever seen!  Due; no doubt; to the lower dividend; and this Pillin business。  And his tongue curled。  For if he had a natural contempt for his Board; with the exception of the chairman; he had a still more natural contempt for his shareholders。  Amusing spectacle when you came to think of it; a general meeting!  Unique!  Eighty

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