So it came about that Morris was sometimes sat upon, especially when the Colonel was suffering from a bad evening at the tables; well out of sight and hearing of Mary, be it understood, who on such occasions was apt to develop a quite formidable temper.
It is over this question of the tables that one of these domestic differences arose which in its results brought about the return of the Monks to Monksland.

Upon a certain afternoon the Colonel asked his son to accompany him to Monte Carlo.

Morris refused, rather curtly, perhaps.
"Very well," replied the Colonel in his grandest manner.

"I am sure I do not wish for an unwilling companion, and doubtless your attention is claimed by affairs more important than the according of your company to a father." "No," replied Morris, with his accustomed truthfulness; "I am going out sea-fishing, that is all." "Quite so.

Allow me then to wish good luck to your fishing.