Old Mrs Waynflete sat in her chair in what was called the library at the Mill House, though it contained very few books. She watched the pale, slight youth before her with the most absolute want of respect for his personality, with an innate distrust for his facts and figures, and yet feeling with the first painful pangs of old age that she could not entirely grasp the argument. Guy was talking of conditions unknown to her. Surely the day had not come when she and her good old servants were unable to judge what was the best for the business. Surely this lad could not have pointed out to her what she had failed to see for herself. Surely he could not be in the right. "Is there any other matter you want to find fault with?" she said. "I'd like to hear your true opinion." Guy hesitated a little; but, quiet as he looked, he had the obstinacy of his race, and he could not resist giving his true opinion. "Well," he said, "I don't think the mills are as popular with the work-people as they were once. There are modern ways of attending to their health and their comfort, in which we're deficient. Ventilation, and so on. But a small outlay would set all that to rights. One must move with the times." "So you think John Cooper and Jos Howarth are past their work?" "Not exactly. I think Cooper's a good old fellow. Howarth I'm not so sure of." "You seem very sure of yourself, Guy. Late hours and days away from business were not the way to make a fortune in my time." Guy flushed up. "I should do my best," he said; "and I believe--I am sure--that I am not incapable of carrying out these plans. And one thing more I wish to say, Aunt Waynflete. After Christmas, Godfrey will be coming in to the business. As things are now, there is no scope for both of us. With the scheme I propose, there would be plenty to do--if you allow us to do it." "You need not to think that all the ideas come first into your head, my lad. I have thought of that. There'll be an agent wanted for Waynflete." Now, this was a remark which it was nearly impossible for Guy to answer. He was the natural heir of Waynflete, but Waynflete was in the old lady's own power, and she had never dropped a word as to her intentions regarding it. He could not assume that Waynflete concerned him rather than Godfrey; and yet, if it did not, the whole principle of his aunt's life would be falsified. Besides, the idea was most distasteful to him. He said hurriedly and unwisely-- "Waynflete is hardly enough of a place to occupy a man's whole time, in any case." "Well," said Mrs Waynflete, "you have said your say, and I'll consider my answer. But I've known the business forty years before you were born, my lad, after all."