"Madame Socani should be nowheres."
"And I also will be nowheres. Pray remember that in making all your little domestic plans. If you live in the Fifth Avenue, I will live in 350 Street; or perhaps I should like it better to have a little house here in Albert Place. Father, don't you think Mr. Moss might go away?"
"I think you have said all that there is to be said." Then Mr. O'Mahony got up from his chair as though to show Mr. Moss out of the room.
"Not quite, Mr. O'Mahony. Allow me for one moment. As the young lady's papa you are bound to look to these things. Though the theatre would be a joint affair, Miss O'Mahony would have her fixed salary;—that is to say, Mrs. Moss would."
"I won't stand it," said Rachel getting up. "I won't allow any man to call me by so abominable a name,—or any woman." Then she bounced out of the room.
"It's no good, you see," said Mr. O'Mahony.
"I by no means see that so certain. Of course a young lady like your daughter knows her own value, and does not yield all at once."
"I tell you it's no good. I know my own daughter."
"Excuse me, Mr. O'Mahony, but I doubt whether you know the sex."
The two men were very nearly of an age; but O'Mahony assumed the manners of an old man, and Mr. Moss of a young one.