Of course, if their wills came into conflict, there could be but one thing--the young man must yield; or, if he played the fool, there must be an end.

Still, he hoped the best.

When breakfast was finished, he proposed going to the library.
There Sir William talked of the future, asked what Gaston's ideas were, and questioned him as to his present affairs.

Gaston frankly said that he wanted to live as his father would have done, and that he had no property, and no money beyond a hundred pounds, which would last him a couple of years on the prairies, but would be fleeting here.
Sir William at once said that he would give him a liberal allowance, with, of course, the run of his own stables and their house in town: and when he married acceptably, his allowance would be doubled.
"And I wish to say, Gaston," he added, "that your uncle Ian, though heir to the title, does not necessarily get the property, which is not entailed.

Upon that point I need hardly say more.