he continued, as he carelessly placed a couple of cedar boxes on the table. “Light up. I’ll have one too. Bad habit at this time in the morning, but one can’t be always at work, eh?”
“No, sir; and you work too hard, if report is correct.”
“Hang report!” said the old man, taking a cigar, throwing himself back in a chair, and gazing at his visitor through his half-closed eyes. “That a good one?”
“Delicious!” said the visitor laconically, and there was silence.
“What do you think of my place, eh?”
“Solid. Quite stand a siege.”
“I meant it to, sir. There isn’t a spot where I could use granite instead of wood that it is not used. Granite arches instead of beams everywhere. When I have my gate locked at night, I can laugh at all the burglars in Christendom.”
“Yes; I should think you are pretty safe here.”
There was another pause, broken by Gartram saying suddenly, in a loud, sharp voice, —
“Well?”
The visitor was a cool man about town, but the query was so sudden and unexpected that he started.
“Well, Mr Gartram?”
“Why did you come this morning?”
“You asked me to look in – a friendly call.”
“Won’t do. If you had meant a friendly call you would have come in the afternoon. You don’t want to borrow money?”
“Good heavens, sir! No.”
“Then out with it, lad. You are not a boy now. I am an old man of the world; speak out frankly, and let’s get it done.”
“You guess the object of my visit, then, sir?”
“No; I can feel it. Besides, I’m not blind.”
Parry Glyddyr looked at his host with a half-amused, half-vexed expression of countenance.
“No,” he said thoughtfully, in reference to Gartram’s last remark; “I suppose not, sir. Well, it is an awkward thing to do, and I may as well get it over. I will be frank.”
“Best way, sir, if you wish to get on with me.”
Glyddyr cleared his throat, became deeply interested in the ash of his cigar, and lolled back in his easy chair, quite conscious of the fact that his host was scanning him intently.
“I can sail my yacht as well as the master, Mr Gartram; I have a good seat in the hunting field, and I don’t funk my hedges; I am a dead shot; you know I can throw a fly; and I am not a bad judge of a horse; but over a talk like this I am a mere faltering boy.”
“Glad to hear it, sir, and hope it is your first essay. Go on.”
“Well, I came here nine months ago to repair damages after a storm, and you did me several pleasant little services.”
“Never mind them.”
“I came again at the end of another three months in fine weather.”
“And you have been here several times since. Go on.”
“Yes, sir,” said Glyddyr, smiling; “but are all fathers like you?”
“No,” said Gartram, with a hoarse laugh; “I am the only one of my kind. There, we have had enough preamble, Parry Glyddyr. Out with it.”
“I will, sir. You say you are not blind. You know, then, that I was deeply impressed by Miss Gartram the first time we met. I treated it as a temporary fancy, but the feeling has grown upon me, till I can only think of doing one thing – coming to you as a gentleman, telling you frankly I love Miss Gartram, and asking your permission to visit here regularly as her accepted suitor.”
“What does Claude say to this?”
“Miss Gartram?” said Glyddyr, raising his eyebrows, and removing the grey ash from the end of his cigar; “nothing, sir. How could I be other than the ordinary acquaintance without your sanction?”
“Quite right,” said Gartram, looking at him searchingly, “how, indeed?” and he remained gazing at the unshrinking countenance before him, full of candour and surprise at his ignorance of etiquette till he covered his own eyes. “Then Claude knows nothing of this?”
“I hope and believe, sir, that she knows a great deal, but not from my lips. Women, I believe, are very quick in knowing when they are admired.”
“Humph! And you like my daughter, Mr Glyddyr?” said Gartram, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke.
“I love Miss Gartram very dearly, sir,” said the visitor frankly; “so well that I dare not even think of the consequence of a refusal.”
“Broken heart, suicide and that sort of thing, eh?”
“I hope I should never make a fool of myself, Mr Gartram,” said Glyddyr coldly.
“So do I. Now look here, sir. I gave up society to become a business man – slave driver some people politely call me; but as a tradesman I have been so tricked and swindled by everybody, even my banker, that I have grown suspicious.”
“I don’t wonder, sir. Without going into trade, a man has to keep his eyes open to the rascality of the world.”
“Yes,” said Gartram, scanning the speaker keenly still. “Then now, sir, let me ask you a question.”
“By all means; as many as you like.”
“Then pray, sir, if my daughter had been a penniless girl, would you have felt this deep admiration for her?”
“Mr Gartram!” said Glyddyr haughtily, as he flushed deeply and rose from his chair. “Bah!” he added, after a pause, and he let himself sink back, and smoked heavily for a few moments. “Stupid to be so put out. Quite a natural question. Really, sir,” he said, smiling, and looking ingenuously in the old man’s face, “fate has been so kind to me over money matters that fortune-hunting has not been one of my pursuits. In round numbers, my father left me three hundred thousand pounds. Golden armour, sir, against the arrows of poverty, and such as turns aside so fierce a stab as that of yours. Has Miss Gartram any money?”
“Humph! I have,” said the old man roughly.
“If she has, so much the better,” continued Glyddyr, smoking calmly, and evidently thoroughly enjoying his cigar. “A lady with a private purse of her own no doubt occupies a more happy and independent position than one who appeals to her husband for all she wants. I am sorry that our conversation has taken this turn, Mr Gartram,” he added stiffly.
“I’m not, Glyddyr. It has shown you up in another light. Well, what do you want me to say?”
“To say, sir?” cried the young man eagerly.
“Yes. There, I don’t think I need say anything. Yes, I do. I don’t like the idea of Claude marrying any one, but nature is nature. I shall be carried off some day by a fit, I suppose, and when I am, I believe – slave driver as I am,
