"No doubt, no doubt," said Mr Thornton, rising also, and shaking himself as if he would have thus got rid of a lingering compunction. "I'm a plain man, and I keep to my word. None of your shilly-shallying for me, and that Master Jack will learn, in spite of his confounded airs. Good-night, Trent." CHAPTER SIXTEEN. "THE HAND OF DOUGLAS IS HIS OWN." Jack took care to come down late to breakfast the next morning, having no inclination to partake of it with Oliver Trent, and feeling sure that Trent would respect the punctuality which reigned at Hetherton. He had cold fare in consequence himself, though the old butler did what he could, and when it was finished, he received a message to the effect that Mr Thornton was waiting for him in the small room where he sometimes transacted business. He was a little sorry to find Mrs Thornton also there, for, although her aim was always to make peace, the result where her husband was concerned was almost invariably of an opposite nature, all her married years having failed to teach her the management of his temper. She was fonder of Jack than of Phillis, and defended him wildly, in a manner which was most exasperating to an irritable man. Jack saw at a glance as he entered that some passage at arms had already taken place, for she was sitting upright, injured and tearful, while his uncle with a very red face poked the fire furiously. "Very sorry to disturb you so early," he said, brandishing the poker, and looking hard at a timepiece, "we poor working men are obliged to descend to such insignificant details of life as punctuality. Of course with you it is different." "I don't know about that," said Jack, good-humouredly, "I'm afraid you're trying to chaff me. But you ought to allow I'm not often so late." "That is what I told your uncle," broke in Mrs Thornton with eagerness. "I am sure there are so many young men who come here who are so much worse--" "Much fiddlesticks!" growled her husband. "What are those young idiots to me? However, you never can do anything that's not perfect, so, of course I give in. I suppose I am to be told this morning that all this Italian business is just as it should be." "We are both sorry that you should be disappointed," Jack said quietly, "but--" "Disappointed! The disappointment will be on your side you will find!" "Excuse me, I had not finished my sentence. I was going to say that grateful as I am for your kindness, this is a matter in which I could not allow anyone to dictate to me." "Oh, very well, sir, very well. You must go your own way. I shall not attempt to interfere. Only you will quite understand that neither you nor Phillis have anything more to look for from my hands." Mrs Thornton broke in appealingly. "My dear Peter! Now do not be so hasty. You know how sorry you often are when it is too late." "Will you hold your tongue?" said her husband, glaring at her.