The other parties present could not help laughing at this explosion from
Cophagus, neither could I. Mr Masterton then asked the general if he
required any more proofs.
"No," replied the general discourteously; and speaking in Hindostanee
to his attendants, they walked to the door and opened it. The hint was
taken, Mr Masterton saying to the others in an ironical tone, "After so
long a separation, gentlemen, it must be natural that the general should
wish to be left alone, that he may give vent to his paternal feelings."
Chapter LXXIV
Father and I grow warm in our argument--Obliged to give him a
little schooling to show my affection--Takes it at last very
kindly, and very dutifully owns himself a fool.
In the meantime, I was left standing in the middle of the room; the
gentlemen departed, and the two native servants resumed their stations
on each side of the sofa. I felt humiliated and indignant, but waited in
silence; at last, my honoured parent, who had eyed me for some time,
commenced.
"If you think, young man, to win my favour by your good looks, you are
very much mistaken: you are too like your mother, whose memory is
anything but agreeable."
The blood mounted to my forehead at this cruel observation; I folded my
arms and looked my father steadfastly in the face, but made no reply.
The choler of the gentleman was raised.
"It appears that I have found a most dutiful son."
I was about to make an angry answer, when I recollected myself, and I
courteously replied, "My dear general, depend upon it that your son will
always be ready to pay duty to whom duty is due; but excuse me, in the
agitation of this meeting you have forgotten those little attentions
which courtesy demands; with your permission I will take a chair, and
then we may converse more at our ease. I hope your leg is better."
I said this with the blandest voice and the most studied politeness, and
drawing a chair towards the table, I took my seat; as I expected, it put
my honoured father in a tremendous rage.
"If this is a specimen, sir, of your duty and respect, sir, I hope to
see no more of them. To whom your duty is due, sir!--and pray to whom
is it due, sir, if not to the author of your existence?" cried the
general, striking the table before him with his enormous fist, so as to
make the ink fly out of the stand some inches high and bespatter the
papers near it.
"My dear father, you are perfectly correct: duty, as you say, is due to
the author of our existence. If I recollect right, the commandment says,
'Honour your father and your mother;' but at the same time, if I may
venture to offer an observation, are there not such things as reciprocal
duties--some which are even more paramount in a father than the mere
begetting of a son?"
"What do you mean, sir, by these insolent remarks?" interrupted my father.
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