The little domestic comedy is ended.

I'm grateful it didn't turn out a drama.

The next time I pick out a son-in-law I hope I'll have better luck." He shook hands with Jefferson, and left the room followed by his crestfallen daughter.
Ryder, who had gone to write something at his desk, strode over to where Mr.Bagley was standing and handed him a cheque.
"Here, sir, this settles everything to date.

Good-day." "But I--I--" stammered the secretary helplessly.
"Good-day, sir." Ryder turned his back on him and conversed with, his son, while Mr.Bagley slowly, and as if regretfully, made his exit..