"I knew it would be so; he was always hot and hasty," thought the justice to himself. "What behaviour do you call this?" he asked aloud. "Perhaps if you'll hear what I have to say you may cool down. Do you suppose I should be intending to marry for my own gratification?" "I don't suppose you'd be marrying for that of anybody else," said the undaunted Richard. "It is for the sake of Mary Anne. Some one _must_ be here with her, and a wife will be less--less risk than a crafty, inquisitive governess." "For the sake of Mary Anne!" ironically retorted Richard. "Send Mary Anne to school." "I did send her; and she cane back again." "I'd keep her there with cords. I said so at the time." "Unfortunately she won't be kept. She has a touch of the Thornycroft will, Dick." "Hang the Thornycroft will!" was Dick's angry answer. Not but what it was a stronger word he said. "When you have cooled down from your passion I'll talk further with you," said the justice, some irritation arising in his own tone. "You have no right to display this temper to me. I am master here, remember, Dick; though sometimes, if appearances may be trusted, you like to act as if you forgot that." Richard bit his dark lip. "You must know how inexpedient the measure would be, sir. Give yourself a wife!--the house a mistress! Why, the place might no longer be our own." "Do you suppose I have not weighed the subject on all sides? I have been weeks considering it, and I have come to the conclusion that of the two--a wife or a governess--the former will be the less risk." "No," said Richard; "a governess may be got rid of in an hour; a wife, never." "But a governess might go out in the world and talk; a wife would not." Richard dashed the dog's collar on the ground which he had held all the while. "Mark me, father"--he said, his stern eyes and resolute lips presenting a picture of angry warning rarely equalled--"this step, if you enter on it, will lead to what you have so long lived in dread of,--to what we are ever scheming to guard against. Mary Anne! Before that girl's puny interests should lead me to--to a measure that may bring ruin in its wake, I'd send her off to the wilds of Africa." He strode away, haughty, imperious, rigid in his sharp condemnation. Mr. Thornycroft, one of those men whom opposition only hardens, turned to the fields, thinking of his brother Richard; Dick was so like him. There he found Isaac, stretched idly on the ground with a book. The young man rose at once in his respect to his father. His handsome velveteen coat, light summer trousers and white linen, his tall form with its nameless grace, his fair features, clear blue eyes and waving light hair, presenting as fine a picture as man ever made. "That's one way of being useful," remarked Mr. Thornycroft. Isaac laughed. "I confess I am idle this afternoon: and there's nothing particular to do."