Part 25 (1/2)
”Yes, papa; and do you think we are doing right?”
”Eh?” said Vine sharply, as he dragged his mind back from where it had gone under a tide-covered rock. ”Oh, I see, about having that young man here. Well, Louie, it's like this: I don't want to draw the rein too tightly. Harry is at work now, and keeping to it. Van Heldre says his conduct is very fair. Harry likes Mr Pradelle, and they are old companions, so I feel disposed to wink at the intimacy, so long as our boy keeps to his business.”
”Perhaps you are right, dear,” said Louise.
”You don't like Mr Pradelle, my dear?”
”No, I do not.”
”No fear of his robbing me of you, eh?”
”Oh, father!”
”That's right; that's right; and look here, as we're talking about that little thing which makes the world go round, please understand this, and help me, my dear. There's to be no nonsense between Harry and Madelaine.”
”Then you don't like Madelaine?”
”Eh? What? Not like her? Bless her! You've almost cause to be jealous, only you need not be, for I've room in my heart for both of you. I love her too well to let her be made uncomfortable by our family scapegrace. Dear me! I'm sure that it has.”
”Have you lost anything, dear?”
”Yes, a gla.s.s stopper. Perhaps I left it in my room. Mustn't lose it; stoppers cost money.”
”And here's some money of yours, father.”
”Eh? Oh, that change.”
”Twenty-five s.h.i.+llings.”
”Put it on the chimney-piece, my clear; I'll take it presently. We will not be hard on Harry. Let him have his companion. We shall get him round by degrees. Ah, here comes some one to tempt you away.”
In effect Madelaine was pa.s.sing the window on her way to the front entrance; but Vine forgot all about his gla.s.s stopper for the moment, and threw open the gla.s.s door.
”Come in here, my clear,” he said. ”We were just talking about you.”
”About me, Mr Vine? Whatever were you saying?”
”Slander of course, of course.”
”My father desired to be kindly remembered, and I was to say, 'Very satisfactory so far?'”
”Very satisfactory so far?” said Vine dreamily.
”He said you would know what it meant.”
”To be sure--to be sure. Louie, my dear, I'm afraid your aunt is right.
My brain is getting to be like that of a jelly-fish.”
He nodded laughingly and left the room.