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he felt！ Fools！ A man was as old as his legs and arms； and not a day younger。 He heard the girl beside him utter a discomfortable sound； and saw her face cloud as if tears were not far off； she jumped up； and going to the window； lifted the little dog and buried her face in its brown and white fur。 Old Heythorp thought： 'She sees that her humbugging mother is using her as a decoy。' But she had come back； and the little dog； rolling its eyes horribly at the strange figure on the sofa； in a desperate effort to escape succeeded in reaching her shoulder； where it stayed perched like a cat； held by one paw and trying to back away into space。 Old Heythorp said abruptly：
〃Are you very fond of your mother？〃
〃Of course I am； Guardy。 I adore her。〃
〃H'm！ Listen to me。 When you come of age or marry； you'll have a hundred and twenty a year of your own that you can't get rid of。 Don't ever be persuaded into doing what you don't want。 And remember： Your mother's a sieve； no good giving her money； keep what you'll get for yourselfit's only a pittance； and you'll want it all every penny。
Phyllis's eyes had opened very wide； so that he wondered if she had taken in his words。
〃Oh！ Isn't money horrible； Guardy？〃
〃The want of it。〃
〃No； it's beastly altogether。 If only we were like birds。 Or if one could put out a plate overnight； and have just enough in the morning to use during the day。〃
Old Heythorp sighed。
〃There's only one thing in life that mattersindependence。 Lose that； and you lose everything。 That's the value of money。 Help me up。〃
Phyllis stretched out her hands； and the little dog； running down her back； resumed its perch on the window…sill； close to the blind cord。
Once on his feet； old Heythorp said：
〃Give me a kiss。 You'll have your satin tomorrow。〃
Then looking at Bob Pillin； he remarked：
〃Going my way？ I'll give you a lift。〃
The young man； giving Phyllis one appealing look； answered dully： 〃Tha…anks！〃 and they went out together to the taxi。 In that draughtless vehicle they sat； full of who knows what contempt of age for youth； and youth for age； the old man resenting this young pup's aspiration to his granddaughter； the young man annoyed that this old image had dragged him away before he wished to go。 Old Heythorp said at last：
〃Well？〃
Thus expected to say something； Bob Pillin muttered
〃Glad your meetin' went off well； sir。 You scored a triumph I should think。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Oh！ I don't know。 I thought you had a good bit of opposition to contend with。〃
Old Heythorp looked at him。
〃Your grandmother！〃 he said； then； with his habitual instinct of attack； added： 〃You make the most of your opportunities； I see。〃
At this rude assault Bob Pillin's red…cheeked face assumed a certain dignity。 〃I don't know what you mean； sir。 Mrs。 Larne is very kind to me。〃
〃No doubt。 But don't try to pick the flowers。〃
Thoroughly upset； Bob Pillin preserved a dogged silence。 This fortnight； since he had first met Phyllis in old Heythorp's hall； had been the most singular of his existence up to now。 He would never have believed that a fellow could be so quickly and completely bowled； could succumb without a kick； without even wanting to kick。 To one with his philosophy of having a good time and never committing himself too far； it was in the nature of 〃a fair knock…out；〃 and yet so pleasurable； except for the wear and tear about one's chances。 If only he knew how far the old boy really counted in the matter！ To say： 〃My intentions are strictly honourable〃 would be old…fashioned； besidesthe old fellow might have no right to hear it。 They called him Guardy； but without knowing more he did not want to admit the old curmudgeon's right to interfere。
〃Are you a relation of theirs； sir？〃
Old Heythorp nodded。
Bob Pillin went on with desperation：
〃I should like to know what your objection to me is。〃
The old man turned his head so far as he was able； a grim smile bristled the hairs about his lips； and twinkled in his eyes。 What did he object to？ Whyeverything！ Object to！ That sleek head； those puppy…dog eyes； fattish red cheeks； high collars； pearl pin； spats； and drawl…pah！ the imbecility； the smugness of his mug； no go； no devil in any of his sort； in any of these fish…veined； coddled…up young bloods； nothing but playing for safety！ And he wheezed out：
〃Milk and water masquerading as port wine。〃
Bob Pillin frowned。
It was almost too much for the composure even of a man of the world。 That this paralytic old fellow should express contempt for his virility was really the last thing in jests。 Luckily he could not take it seriously。 But suddenly he thought： 'What if he really has the power to stop my going there； and means to turn them against me！' And his heart quailed。
〃Awfully sorry； sir；〃 he said； 〃if you don't think I'm wild enough。 Anything I can do for you in that line〃
The old man grunted； and realising that he had been quite witty； Bob Pillin went on：
〃I know I'm not in debt； no entanglements； got a decent income； pretty good expectations and all that； but I can soon put that all right if I'm not fit without。〃
It was perhaps his first attempt at irony； and he could not help thinking how good it was。
But old Heythorp preserved a deadly silence。 He looked like a stuffed man； a regular Aunt Sally sitting there； with the fixed red in his cheeks； his stivered hair； square block of a body； and no neck that you could see…only wanting the pipe in his mouth！ Could there really be danger from such an old idol？ The idol spoke：
〃I'll give you a word of advice。 Don't hang round there； or you'll burn your fingers。 Remember me to your father。 Good…night！〃
The taxi had stopped before the house in Sefton Park。 An insensate impulse to remain seated and argue the point fought in Bob Pillin with an impulse to leap out； shake his fist in at the window； and walk off。 He merely said； however：
〃Thanks for the lift。 Good…night！〃 And； getting out deliberately； he walked off。
Old Heythorp； waiting for the driver to help him up； thought 'Fatter； but no more guts than his father！'
In his sanctum he sank at once into his chair。 It was wonderfully still there every day at this hour； just the click of the coals； just the faintest ruffle from the wind in the trees of the park。 And it was cosily warm； only the fire lightening the darkness。 A drowsy beatitude pervaded the old man。 A good day's work！ A triumphthat young pup had said。 Yes！ Something of a triumph！ He had held on； and won。 And dinner to look forward to； yet。 A napa nap！ And soon； rhythmic； soft； sonorous； his breathing rose； with now and then that pathetic twitching of the old who dream。
III
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When Bob Pillin emerged from the little front garden of 23； Millicent Villas ten days later； his sentiments were ravelled； and he could not get hold of an end to pull straight the stuff of his mind。
He had found Mrs。 Larne and Phyllis in the sitting…room； and Phyllis had been crying； he was sure she had been crying； and that memory still infected the sentiments evoked by later happenings。 Old Heythorp had said： 〃You'll burn your fingers。〃 The p