'I am opposed to interfering in such matters. I always taught Frank to think for himself,' I remarked. 'You taught him to think too much for himself. He is self-willed and headstrong to a fault.' 'Perhaps his father might have trained him better, if--he had tried,' I replied, with a slight sneer. 'Pardon me, Mr. Kirke, I meant no reflection on your management of him. I only feel that this is a most important step, and he ought to be advised. He should marry rich, for he has nothing, and can not rely upon me.' 'He does not rely upon you; but he is a partner now, and his income ought to enable him to support a wife.' 'His income is uncertain; he may not remain long in the concern,' replied Mr. Hallet coolly. David started; his face reddened to the roots of his hair, and he asked in a sententious way, showing even in his expenditure of breath the close economy that was the rule of his life: 'Who told you that, Mr. Hallet?' 'No one,' replied that gentleman, seemingly surprised at the abrupt question; 'I am deliberating on it myself. He is sowing dissension between Cragin and me. The lowest boy in the office; even you, David, pay more heed to him than to _me_.' 'That may be your own fault,' I said, a little sarcastically; 'if you should treat him as Cragin and David do, you might have nothing to complain of.' 'I treat him well, sir; but I make him _know his place_.' The last words were emphasized in a hard, wicked tone. Certain old recollections had been rushing across my memory during the latter part of this conversation, and this last remark brought me to my feet, as I said: 'You treat him like a dog, sir! I have seen it. If he were not your son, he should not stay with you another day! But I warn you, John Hallet--do not go too far. Cast that boy off--harm him to the extent of a hair--and, so help me God, I will strip you of the lying cloak in which you hide your false, hypocritical soul, and show men _what you are!_' In my excitement, I had crossed the room, and stood then directly before him. His face flushed and his eye quailed before my steady gaze, but he said nothing. David remarked, in a mild tone: 'Edmund, that an't the right spirit; it an't.' 'You don't know the whole, David; if you did, even _you_ would say he is the basest man living.' Hallet pressed his teeth together; his eyes flashed fire, and he seemed about to spring upon me; but mastering his passion, he rose after a moment and extended his hand, saying: 'Come, Mr. Kirke, this is not the talk of old friends! Let us shake hands and forget it.' 'Never, sir! I took your hand for the last time when I left this counting-room, twenty years ago. I never touch it again! I shall tell that boy _to-night_ that you are his father.'