For some time Richard had been growing more and more uneasy as the evidence of his daughter's attachment to Charles Wither became plainer. Both he and his wife did the best they could to prevent their meeting, but having learned a little wisdom from the history of his father's family, and knowing well the hastiness of his own temper, he had as yet managed to avoid any open conflict with his daughter, who he knew had inherited his own stubbornness. He had told his brother nothing of this second and now principal source of family apprehension; and the fact that John saw that all was not right with Jane, greatly increased his feeling of how much things were going wrong. He made no reply, however, but sat waiting what was to follow. Accumulating his arguments the captain went on.
"And there's your wife; she's had a headache almost every day since I came to the house."
"Well, what are you driving at, John?" said his brother, with the more impatience that he knew all John said was true.
"What I'm driving at is this," answered the captain, bringing-to suddenly. "You must all make this next voyage in my clipper. It'll do you all a world o' good, and me too."
"Nonsense, John," said Richard, feeling however that a faint light dawned through the proposal.
"Don't call it nonsense till you've slept upon it, Dick. The ship's part mine, and I can make it easy for you. You'll have to pay a little passage-money, just to keep me right with the rest of the owners; but that won't be much, and you're no screw, though I did say you were too greedy after the money. I believe it's not the money so much as the making of it that fills your head."
"Still, you wouldn't have me let the business go to the dogs?"
"No fear of that, with Stopper at the head of affairs. I'll tell you what you must do. You must take him in."
"Into partnership, do you mean?" said Richard, his tone expressing no surprise, for he had thought of this before.