``Then, sir, if you think my plan of improvement too late, I would willingly return to the Continent.''
``You have already spent too much time there to little purpose, Mr. Francis.''
``Then I would choose the army, sir, in preference to any other active line of life.''
``Choose the d---l!'' answered my father, hastily, and then checking himself---``I profess you make me as great a fool as you are yourself. Is he not enough to drive one mad, Owen?'' ---Poor Owen shook his head, and looked down. ``Hark ye, Frank,'' continued my father, ``I will cut all this matter very short. I was at your age when my father turned me out of doors, and settled my legal inheritance on my younger brother. I left Osbaldistone Hall on the back of a broken-down hunter, with ten guineas in my purse. I have never crossed the threshold again, and I never will. I know not, and I care not, if my fox-hunting brother is alive, or has broken his neck; but he has children, Frank, and one of them shall be my son if you cross me farther in this matter.''
``You will do your pleasure,'' I answered---rather, I fear, with more sullen indifference than respect, ``with what is your own.''
``Yes, Frank, what I have is my own, if labour in getting, and care in augmenting, can make a right of property; and no drone shall feed on my honeycomb. Think on it welclass="underline" what I have said is not without reflection, and what I resolve upon I will execute.''
``Honoured sir!---dear sir!'' exclaimed Owen, tears rushing into his eyes, ``you are not wont to be in such a hurry in transacting business of importance. Let Mr. Francis run up the balance before you shut the account; he loves you, I am sure; and when he puts down his filial obedience to the per contra, I am sure his objections will disappear.''
``Do you think I will ask him twice,'' said my father, sternly, ``to be my friend, my assistant, and my confidant?---to be a partner of my cares and of my fortune?---Owen, I thought you had known me better.''
He looked at me as if he meant to add something more, but turned instantly away, and left the room abruptly. I was, I own, affected by this view of the case, which had not occurred to me; and my father would probably have had little reason to complain of me, had he commenced the discussion with this argument.
But it was too late. I had much of his own obduracy of resolution, and Heaven had decreed that my sin should be my punishment, though not to the extent which my transgression merited. Owen, when we were left alone, continued to look at me with eyes which tears from time to time moistened, as if to discover, before attempting the task of intercessor, upon what point my obstinacy was most assailable. At length he began, with broken and disconcerted accents,---``O L---d, Mr. Francis!---Good Heavens, sir!---My stars, Mr. Osbaldistone!---that I should ever have seen this day---and you so young a gentleman, sir!---For the love of Heaven! look at both sides of the account---think what you are going to lose---a noble fortune, sir---one of the finest houses in the City, even under the old firm of Tresham and Trent, and now Osbaldistone and Tresham---You might roll in gold, Mr. Francis---And, my dear young Mr. Frank, if there was any particular thing in the business of the house which you disliked, I would'' (sinking his voice to a whisper) ``put it in order for you termly, or weekly, or daily, if you will---Do, my dear Mr. Francis, think of the honour due to your father, that your days may be long in the land.''
``I am much obliged to you, Mr. Owen,'' said I---``very much obliged indeed; but my father is best judge how to bestow his money. He talks of one of my cousins: let him dispose of his wealth as he pleases---I will never sell my liberty for gold.''
``Gold, sir?---I wish you saw the balance-sheet of profits at last term---It was in five figures---five figures to each partner's sum total, Mr. Frank---And all this is to go to a Papist, and a north-country booby, and a disaffected person besides---It will break my heart, Mr. Francis, that have been toiling more like a dog than a man, and all for love of the firm. Think how it will sound, Osbaldistone, Tresham, and Osbaldistone---or perhaps, who knows'' (again lowering his voice), ``Osbaldistone, Osbaldistone, and Tresham, for our Mr. Osbaldistone can buy them all out.''
``But, Mr. Owen, my cousin's name being also Osbaldistone, the name of the company will sound every bit as well in your ears.''
``O fie upon you, Mr. Francis, when you know how well I love you---Your cousin, indeed!---a Papist, no doubt, like his father, and a disaffected person to the Protestant succession--- that's another item, doubtless.''
``There are many very good men Catholics, Mr. Owen,'' rejoined I.
As Owen was about to answer with unusual animation, my father re-entered the apartment.
``You were right,'' he said, ``Owen, and I was wrong; we will take more time to think over this matter.---Young man, you will prepare to give me an answer on this important subject this day month.''
I bowed in silence, sufficiently glad of a reprieve, and trusting it might indicate some relaxation in my father's determination.
The time of probation passed slowly, unmarked by any accident whatever. I went and came, and disposed of my time as I pleased, without question or criticism on the part of my father. Indeed, I rarely saw him, save at meal-times, when he studiously avoided a discussion which you may well suppose I was in no hurry to press onward. Our conversation was of the news of the day, or on such general topics as strangers discourse upon to each other; nor could any one have guessed, from its tenor, that there remained undecided betwixt us a dispute of such importance. It haunted me, however, more than once, like the nightmare. Was it possible he would keep his word, and disinherit his only son in favour of a nephew whose very existence he was not perhaps quite certain of? My grandfather's conduct, in similar circumstances, boded me no good, had I considered the matter rightly. But I had formed an erroneous idea of my father's character, from the importance which I recollected I maintained with him and his whole family before I went to France. I was not aware that there are men who indulge their children at an early age, because to do so interests and amuses them, and who can yet be sufficiently severe when the same children cross their expectations at a more advanced period. On the contrary, I persuaded myself, that all I had to apprehend was some temporary alienation of affection---perhaps a rustication of a few weeks, which I thought would rather please me than otherwise, since it would give me an opportunity of setting about my unfinished version of Orlando Furioso, a poem which I longed to render into English verse. I suffered this belief to get such absolute possession of my mind, that I had resumed my blotted papers, and was busy in meditation on the oft-recurring rhymes of the Spenserian stanza, when I heard a low and cautious tap at the door of my apartment. ``Come in,'' I said, and Mr. Owen entered. So regular were the motions and habits of this worthy man, that in all probability this was the first time he had ever been in the second story of his patron's house, however conversant with the first; and I am still at a loss to know in what manner he discovered my apartment.
``Mr. Francis,'' he said, interrupting my expression of surprise and pleasure at seeing, him, ``I do not know if I am doing well in what I am about to say---it is not right to speak of what passes in the compting-house out of doors---one should not tell, as they say, to the post in the warehouse, how many lines there are in the ledger. But young Twineall has been absent from the house for a fortnight and more, until two days since.''
``Very well, my dear sir, and how does that concern us?''
``Stay, Mr. Francis;---your father gave him a private commission; and I am sure he did not go down to Falmouth about the pilchard affair; and the Exeter business with Blackwell and Company has been settled; and the mining people in Cornwall, Trevanion and Treguilliam, have paid all they are likely to pay; and any other matter of business must have been put through my books:---in short, it's my faithful belief that Twineall has been down in the north.''