“That is what it does mean, sir,” the Squire answered.
“Of course, it is entirely your affair——”
“Entirely.”
“But we are most anxious to accommodate you. If there is anything that we can put right, any cause of dissatisfaction——”
“No,” said the Squire grimly. “There is nothing that you can put right. It is only that I do not choose to do business with my family.”
The banker bowed with dignity. The incident was not altogether unexpected. “With most people, a connection of the kind would be in our favor,” he said.
“Not with me. And as my time is short——”
The banker bowed. “In gold, I think? May we not send it for you? It will be no trouble.”
“No, I thank you,” the Squire grunted, hating the other for his courtesy. “I will take it, if you please.”
“Put it in a strong bag, Mr. Rodd,” Ovington said. “I shall still hope, Mr. Griffin, that you will think better of it.” And, bowing, he wished the Squire “Good day,” and retired.