Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
“I think, sir,” said Fred, who had grown very red, “that we had better
drop the subject. If you mean to oppose, why, of course, you can
oppose--but if not, this sort of thing does little good. It can never
alter my mind, and I don’t see even how it can relieve yours.”
“Oh yes, it relieves mine,” said his father. “It shows you my opinion.
After that, if you choose to take your own way, why, you must do it. I
should have advised you to look out for a nice little fortune which
might have been a stand-by in case of anything happening. No, nothing’s
going to happen. Still you know---- Or I’d have married rank (you might
if you had liked), and secured a little family interest. Things might
change in a day, at any moment. Jack might tire of his blue china and
come and offer himself for the office. If he did, you have married
against my advice, and Jack being the eldest son---- Well, I don’t need
to say any more.”
“I quite understand, sir,” Fred said.
“Well, that’s a good thing; but you need not go too far on the other
side, and think I’m going to disinherit you, or any of that rubbish.
Did I disinherit Jack? I bring you up in the best way, spend no end of
money on you, teach you to think yourselves twice the man I am, and then
you take your own way.”
“Indeed, sir,” cried Fred anxiously, “you are mistaken. I----” But
though he did not think he was twice the man his father was, yet he did
think he was a very different man from his father, and this
consciousness made him stammer and fall into confusion, not knowing what
to say.
“Don’t trouble yourself to contradict me,” said Mr. Dirom. “_I_ don’t
think so. I think your father’s twice the man you are. Let each of us
keep his opinion. We shan’t convince each other. And if you insist on
marrying your insipidity, do. Tell the stupid old father to communicate
with my lawyers about the settlements, and get it over as soon as you
please.”
“You are going a great deal too fast, sir,” said Fred. He was pale with
the hurry and rapid discussion. “I can’t calculate like this upon what
is going to happen. Nothing has happened as yet.”
“You mean she mayn’t have you? Never fear; young fellows with a father
behind them ain’t so common. Most men in my position would put a stop to
it altogether. I don’t; what does it matter to me? Dirom and Co. don’t
depend upon daughters-in-law. A woman’s fortune is as nothing to what’s
going through my hands every day. I say, let every man please himself.
And you’ve got quiet tastes and all that sort of thing, Fred. Thinking
of coming up to town to look after business a little? Well, don’t;
there’s no need of you just now. I’ve got some ticklish operations on,
but they’re things I keep in my own hands.”
“I don’t pretend to be the business man you are,” said Fred with a
fervour which was a little forced, “but if I could be of use----”
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