But that he was still tormented with the ambition of a splendid marriage it might be said of him that he was completely at his ease.

Now, as he lit his cigarette, he would have been thoroughly comfortable, were it not that he was threatened with disturbance by his son.

Why should his son wish to see him, and thus break in upon him at the most charming hour of the day?
Of course his son would not come to him without having some business in hand which must be disagreeable.

He had not the least desire to see his son,--and yet, as they were on amicable terms, he could not deny himself after the receipt of his son's note.

Just at one, as he finished his first cigarette, Gerard was announced.
"Well, Gerard!" "Well, father,--how are you?
You are looking as fresh as paint, sir." "Thanks for the compliment, if you mean one.