"She said she was going to _marry_ him!"
Old Bannister opened the nut-cracker mouth that always had the
appearance of crushing something. His pale eyes glowed for an instant.
"Did she?" he said.
"She seemed very--ah--determined."
"_Did_ she!"
Silence falling like a cloud at this point, Bailey rightly conjectured
that the audience was at an end and left the room. His father bit the
end off a cigar and began to smoke.
Smoking, he reviewed the situation, and his fighting spirit rose to
grapple with it. He was not sorry that this had happened. His was a
patriarchal mind, and he welcomed opportunities of exercising his
authority over his children. It had always been his policy to rule them
masterfully, and he had often resented the fact that his daughter, by
the nature of things, was to a great extent outside his immediate rule.
During office hours business took him away from her. The sun never set
on his empire over Bailey, but it needed a definite crisis like the
present one to enable him to jerk at the reins which guided Ruth, and
he was glad of the chance to make his power felt.
The fact that this affair brought him into immediate contact with Mrs.
Porter added to his enjoyment. Of all the people, men or women, with
whom his business or social life had brought him into conflict, she
alone had fought him squarely and retired with the honours of war.
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