"Father's caprice! That isn't common. But, if you're founding a family, you must entail."
"We agree, sir, from my point of view, and from yours."
"Knits the family bond, don't you think? I mean, makes the trunk of the tree firm. It makes the girls poor, though!"
Mr. Barrett saw that he had some confused legal ideas in his head, and that possibly there were personal considerations in the background; so he let the subject pass.
When the guest had departed, Mr. Pole grew demonstrative in his paternal caresses. He folded Adela in one arm, and framed her chin in his fingers: marks of affection dear to her before she had outgrown them.
"So!" he said, "you've given up Besworth, have you?"
At the name, Arabella and Cornelia drew nearer to his chair.
"Given up Besworth, papa? It is not we who have given it up," said
Adela.
"Yes, you have; and quite right too. You say, 'What's the use of it, for that's a sort of thing that always goes to the son.'"
"You suppose, papa, that we indulge in ulterior calculations?" came from
Cornelia.