"You speak a great deal about being a father, Mr. Naseby," said he; "I believe you forget that the appellation is common to both of us. I am at a loss to figure to myself, however dimly, how any man--I have not said any gentleman--could so brazenly insult another as you have been insulting me since you entered this house. For the first time I appreciate your base insinuations, and I despise them and you. You were, I am told, a manufacturer; I am an artist; I have seen better days; I have moved in societies where you would not be received, and dined where you would be glad to pay a pound to see me dining. The so-called aristocracy of wealth, sir, I despise. I refuse to help you; I refuse to be helped by you. There lies the door." And the Admiral stood forth in a halo. It was then that Dick entered. He had been waiting in the porch for some time back, and Esther had been listlessly standing by his side. He had put out his hand to bar her entrance, and she had submitted without surprise; and though she seemed to listen, she scarcely appeared to comprehend. Dick, on his part, was as white as a sheet; his eyes burned and his lips trembled with anger as he thrust the door suddenly open, introduced Esther with ceremonious gallantry, and stood forward and knocked his hat firmer on his head like a man about to leap. "What is all this?" he demanded. "Is this your father, Mr. Naseby?" inquired the Admiral. "It is," said the young man. "I make you my compliments," returned Van Tromp. "Dick!" cried his father, suddenly breaking forth, "It is not too late, is it? I have come here in time to save you. Come, come away with me--come away from this place." And he fawned upon Dick with his hands. "Keep your hands off me," cried Dick, not meaning unkindness, but because his nerves were shattered by so many successive miseries. "No, no," said the old man. "Don't repulse your father, Dick, when he has come here to save you. Don't repulse me, my boy. Perhaps I have not been kind to you, not quite considerate, too harsh; my boy, it was not for want of love. Think of old times. I was kind to you then, was I not? When you were a child, and your mother was with us." Mr. Naseby was interrupted by a sort of sob. Dick stood looking at him in a maze. "Come away," pursued the father in a whisper; "you need not be afraid of any consequences. I am a man of the world, Dick; and she can have no claim on you--no claim, I tell you; and we'll be handsome too, Dick--we'll give them a good round figure, father and daughter, and there's an end." He had been trying to get Dick towards the door, but the latter stood off. "You had better take care, sir, how you insult that lady," said the son, as black as night. "You would not choose between your father and your mistress?" said the father. "What do you call her, sir?" cried Dick, high and clear. Forbearance and patience were not among Mr. Naseby's qualities.