“Well, there, don’t bother me. But dress better. If you want more money you can have it. You ought to take the lead here, and there were ladies on some of the yachts and on the pier yesterday who quite left you behind.—Yes! What is it?”
“Isaac Woodham, from the quarry, sir, would like to see you,” said a servant.
“Confound Isaac Woodham! Send him in.”
The servant retired, leaving his master muttering.
“Wants to spend money in some confounded new machinery or something. I made all my money without machinery, Claude, but these people want to waste it with their new-fangled plans.”
“But, papa dear, do speak more gently to them.”
“What! let them be masters and eat me out of house and home? Not such a fool.”
“But, papa—”
“Hold your tongue. Weak little goose. You don’t know them; I do. They must be ruled—ruled. There: be off, and get your walk. Seen Mr Glyddyr to-day?”
The girl flushed scarlet.