'A sheet—from a bed!'
'A sheet, not a tablecloth. It was characteristic.'
'Has that upset you?'
'No—not that. But, Salome, I have been considering how it would be, were this factory, after I am no more, to fall into such hands as those of the ninny captain.'
'There is Mr. Philip,' said the girl.
'Philip——!' the manufacturer paused. 'Philip—I hardly consider him as one of the family. His father behaved outrageously.'
'But for all that he is your nephew.'
'Of course he is, by name and blood, but—I do not like him.'
'You do not know him, uncle.'
'That is true; but——'