Ayala's Angel [123]
without taking any notice of his son-in-law. The ladies had only just come in from driving, were very cold, and had gone up to dress. Sir Thomas went out of the room, again banging the door, and again taking no notice of Mr Traffick. Mr Traffick put his hand up to the mantelpiece, and finished his sherry and bitters.
"My dear," said Mr Traffick to his wife, up in her bedroom, "your father has come down in one of his tantrums."
"I knew he would," said Augusta.
"But it does not signify the least. Give him a kiss when you see him, and don't seem to notice it. There is not a man in the world has a higher regard for me than your father, but if anyone were to see him in one of his tantrums they would suppose he meant to be uncivil."
"I hope he won't be downright unkind, Septimus," said his wife. "Never fear! The kindest-hearted man in the world is your father." "So he's here!" That was the first word of greeting which Sir Thomas addressed to his wife in her bedroom.
"Yes, Tom -- they're here."
"When did they come?"
"Well -- to tell the truth, we found them here."
"The -- !" But Sir Thomas restrained the word on the right, or inside, of the teeth.
"They thought we were to be here a day sooner, and so they came on the Wednesday morning. They were to come, you know."
"I wish I knew when they were to go."
"You don't want to turn your own daughter out of your own house?" "Why doesn't he get a house of his own for her? For her sake why doesn't he do it? He has the spending of L#6,000 a year of my money, and yet I am to keep him! No -- I don't want to turn my daughter out of my house; but it'll end in my turning him out."
When a week had passed by Mr Traffick had not been as yet turned out. Sir Thomas, when he came back to Merle Park on the following Friday, condescended to speak to his son-in-law, and to say something to him as to the news of the day; but this he did in an evident spirit of preconceived hostility. "Everything is down again," he said.
"Fluctuations are always common at this time of the year," said Traffick; "but I observe that trade always becomes brisk a little before Christmas."
"To a man with a fixed income like you, it doesn't much matter," said Sir Thomas.
"I was looking at it in a public light."
"Exactly. A man who has an income, and never spends it, need not trouble himself with private views as to the money market." Mr Traffick rubbed his hands, and asked whether the new buildings at the back of the Lombard Street premises were nearly finished. Mr Traffick's economy had a deleterious effect upon Gertrude, which she, poor girl, did not deserve. Sir Thomas, deeply resolving in his mind that he would, at some not very distant date, find means by which he would rid himself of Mr Traffick, declared to himself that he would not, at any rate, burden himself with another son-in-law of the same kind. Frank Houston was, to his thinking, of the same kind, and therefore he hardened his heart against Frank Houston. Now Frank Houston, could he have got his wife with L#6,000 a year -- as Mr Traffick had done -- would certainly not have troubled the Tringle mansions with too much of his presence. It would have been his object to remove himself as far as possible from the Tringles, and to have enjoyed his life luxuriously with the proceeds of his wife's fortune. But his hopes in this respect were unjustly impeded by Mr Traffick's parsimony. Soon after leaving the hotel in the Tyrol at which we lately saw him, Frank Houston wrote to his lady-love, declaring the impatience of his ardour, and suggesting that it would be convenient if everything could be settled before Christmas. In his letter he declared to Gertrude how very uncomfortable it was to him to have to discuss money matters with her father. It was so disagreeable that he did not think that he could bring himself to do it again. But, if she would only be urgent with her father, she would of course prevail. Acting upon this Gertrude determined to be urgent with her father on his second coming to Merle Park,
"My dear," said Mr Traffick to his wife, up in her bedroom, "your father has come down in one of his tantrums."
"I knew he would," said Augusta.
"But it does not signify the least. Give him a kiss when you see him, and don't seem to notice it. There is not a man in the world has a higher regard for me than your father, but if anyone were to see him in one of his tantrums they would suppose he meant to be uncivil."
"I hope he won't be downright unkind, Septimus," said his wife. "Never fear! The kindest-hearted man in the world is your father." "So he's here!" That was the first word of greeting which Sir Thomas addressed to his wife in her bedroom.
"Yes, Tom -- they're here."
"When did they come?"
"Well -- to tell the truth, we found them here."
"The -- !" But Sir Thomas restrained the word on the right, or inside, of the teeth.
"They thought we were to be here a day sooner, and so they came on the Wednesday morning. They were to come, you know."
"I wish I knew when they were to go."
"You don't want to turn your own daughter out of your own house?" "Why doesn't he get a house of his own for her? For her sake why doesn't he do it? He has the spending of L#6,000 a year of my money, and yet I am to keep him! No -- I don't want to turn my daughter out of my house; but it'll end in my turning him out."
When a week had passed by Mr Traffick had not been as yet turned out. Sir Thomas, when he came back to Merle Park on the following Friday, condescended to speak to his son-in-law, and to say something to him as to the news of the day; but this he did in an evident spirit of preconceived hostility. "Everything is down again," he said.
"Fluctuations are always common at this time of the year," said Traffick; "but I observe that trade always becomes brisk a little before Christmas."
"To a man with a fixed income like you, it doesn't much matter," said Sir Thomas.
"I was looking at it in a public light."
"Exactly. A man who has an income, and never spends it, need not trouble himself with private views as to the money market." Mr Traffick rubbed his hands, and asked whether the new buildings at the back of the Lombard Street premises were nearly finished. Mr Traffick's economy had a deleterious effect upon Gertrude, which she, poor girl, did not deserve. Sir Thomas, deeply resolving in his mind that he would, at some not very distant date, find means by which he would rid himself of Mr Traffick, declared to himself that he would not, at any rate, burden himself with another son-in-law of the same kind. Frank Houston was, to his thinking, of the same kind, and therefore he hardened his heart against Frank Houston. Now Frank Houston, could he have got his wife with L#6,000 a year -- as Mr Traffick had done -- would certainly not have troubled the Tringle mansions with too much of his presence. It would have been his object to remove himself as far as possible from the Tringles, and to have enjoyed his life luxuriously with the proceeds of his wife's fortune. But his hopes in this respect were unjustly impeded by Mr Traffick's parsimony. Soon after leaving the hotel in the Tyrol at which we lately saw him, Frank Houston wrote to his lady-love, declaring the impatience of his ardour, and suggesting that it would be convenient if everything could be settled before Christmas. In his letter he declared to Gertrude how very uncomfortable it was to him to have to discuss money matters with her father. It was so disagreeable that he did not think that he could bring himself to do it again. But, if she would only be urgent with her father, she would of course prevail. Acting upon this Gertrude determined to be urgent with her father on his second coming to Merle Park,