"I shall be sorry for that;--but business is business, you know." Then the father filled his glass and passed the bottle. He himself did not at all like the idea of his son's going before the appointed time, but he did not say a word of himself. He looked at the red-hot coals, and a hazy glimmer of a thought passed through his mind, that he too would escape from Aylmer Park,--if it were possible. "If you'll allow me, I'll take the dog-cart over to Whitby on Monday, for the express train." "You can do that certainly, but--" "Sir?" "Have you spoken to your mother yet?" "Not yet. I will to-night." "I think she'll be a little angry, Fred." There was a sudden tone of subdued confidence in the old man's voice as he made this suggestion, which, though it was by no means a customary tone, his son well understood. "Don't you think she will be;--eh, a little?" "She shouldn't go on as she does with me about Clara," said the Captain. "Ah,--I supposed there was something of that. Are you drinking port?" "Of course I know that she means all that is good," said the son, passing back the bottle. "Oh yes;--she means all that is good." "She is the best mother in the world." "You may say that, Fred;--and the best wife." "But if she can't have her own way altogether--" Then the son paused, and the father shook his head. "Of course she likes to have her own way," said Sir Anthony. "It's all very well in some things." "Yes;--it's very well in some things." "But there are things which a man must decide for himself." "I suppose there are," said Sir Anthony, not venturing to think what those things might be as regarded himself. "Now, with reference to marrying--" "I don't know what you want with marrying at all, Fred. You ought to be very happy as you are. By heavens, I don't know any one who ought to be happier. If I were you, I know--" "But you see, sir, that's all settled." "If it's all settled, I suppose there's an end of it." "It's no good my mother nagging at one."