Kissing the Rod: A Novel. (Vol. 2 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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Kissing the Rod: A Novel. (Vol. 2 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
England -- Fiction
"Of course, my dear Robert, of course!" said Mr. Guyon; "your princely
munificence, and what I think I may say--although my own child is in
question--Katharine's excellent taste, would be certain to do wonders
for any place to which both could be simultaneously applied. _Allez,
toujours, la jeunesse!_ a French phrase which is roughly but not
inadequately rendered by our own maxim of 'Go it while you're young!'
As for me, I'm an old bird--an old bird, begad, come back to an empty
nest, to find the sticks and the straw and all that, but my young
fledgling flown." Mr. Guyon seemed quite affected at the allusion
which he had thus made, and turned away his head, touching his eyes
lightly with his handkerchief.
"I trust you will have no cause to repent of your sanction to your
daughter's flight, Mr. Guyon," said Streightley, in a somewhat marked
tone. "You recollect, before she left your roof, that----"
"My dear Robert! my dear Robert!" interposed the old gentleman; "do
you think I have forgotten the confidence in which I told you that I
was unworthy of the blessing of such a daughter--that I was by nature
more fitted for--for less domestic delights. And indeed I--in Paris I
have enjoyed myself most amazin'ly, most amazin'ly! That fellow,
sir--whom I recklect when he lived in King Street--used to drive a
doosid good cab, I recklect; he certainly has improved Paris
wonderfully. But it's horribly expensive, my dear boy, horribly
expensive. I--I ran rather short before I came away, and I was obliged
to draw on you for a hundred--I was indeed!"
Streightley's face looked very stern as he heard this. "Do I
understand you to say that you have drawn a bill on me for a hundred
pounds, Mr. Guyon?"
"Yes, my dear boy, at a month; it'll be due----"
"That is a liberty which I permit no one to take, and which must never
be repeated."
"A liberty, Robert?"
"A liberty, Mr. Guyon. Any man who draws a bill on another without
first asking his friend's permission, takes what we of the City think
an unwarrantable liberty. I am sure you erred in ignorance; but I must
ask you to put a stop entirely to what seems to have become a habit
with you--the reliance on me for money. I cannot make you any further
advances, at least for the present."
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