. . . There's one thing--"
Austin puffed once or twice at his cigar and frowned; and Selwyn,
absently watching the dying embers on the hearth, waited in silence.
"One thing," repeated Austin, reaching for the tongs and laying a log of
white birch across the coals; "and that is Gerald's fondness for pretty
girls. . . . Not that it isn't all right, too, but I hope he isn't going
to involve himself--hang a millstone around his neck before he can see
his way clear to some promise of a permanent income based on--"
"Pooh!" said Selwyn.
"What's that?" demanded Austin, turning red.
Selwyn laughed. "What did you have when you married my sister?"
Austin, still red and dignified, said:
"Your sister is a very remarkable woman--extremely unusual. I had the
good sense to see that the first time I ever met her."
"Gerald will see the same thing when his time comes," said Selwyn
quietly. "Don't worry, Austin; he's sound at the core."
Austin considered his cigar-end, turning it round and round.
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