The General frowned slightly. "I hope you'll think better of it, Roland. You cannot really have anything to keep you from going, and Neville will take it ill if you refuse. You and Clara got on very well together when you were staying there before, didn't you?" "Extremely well. Couldn't have got on better," assented Roland. They were coming to the point, he thought, but he would let his father work up to it in his own way. Let the adversary show his hand by all means, his own would be so much the easier to play. For a few moments they sat in silence. The General's brows were knit as he sat thoughtfully balancing a paper-cutter between his fingers. Then looking up quickly, and speaking with the air of a man who has thought it out and quite made up his mind, he said: "I don't know why we should fence any more with each other, Roland. It will perhaps be best, as we are alone together, to be plain and above-board. But, first of all, I may state that I have strong reasons for wishing you to accept this invitation." "Indeed, sir. May I ask what they are?" The General made a movement of impatience. "Now, can you not guess them, Roland?" "I might--I don't say that I couldn't. But guessing is at best unsatisfactory work, and apt to lead to cross-purposes," said Roland very quietly. "As you said just now, why should we fence? What is it you wish me to do?" The General gave a slight shake of the head, half deprecatory, half perplexed. He had not foreseen the extent of the other's quiet self-possession, and there was a determination underlying his eldest son's tone which he did not at all like. "Well, Roland, just listen to me. You have been back in England some months now, and, I presume, intend to remain. Does it never occur to you that one with your position and prospects might employ life better than by lounging through it aimlessly as you are doing now?" "It certainly has occurred to me. Though in the matter of position, I do not feel particularly exalted--and as for prospects, with all respect, sir, I would remind you that I am without any at present." "This is mere fencing," answered his father testily. "By the way, your talents in that line would be of invaluable service to you at the Bar. Now, you must be perfectly well aware that your position is one of considerable importance, seeing that you must one day occupy my place here." "It's very good of you to say so, sir," replied Roland quietly. "But," he added to himself, "if you don't flatly contradict that statement before another hour has gone over our heads, why, the age of miracles is recommencing." "Things being so," continued his father, "it is right that you should recognise your position as my eldest son. Now did you ever contemplate the contingency of marriage?" "I have thought of it--yes."