Our latest
millionaire, his rise and fall! Cannot you see it in the placards?
And for what? To give wealth to an old man long past the enjoyment
of it-ay, imbecile already! You will not be a madman, Trent?"
Trent winced perceptibly. Da Souza saw it and rejoiced. There was
another awkward silence. Trent lit a cigar and puffed furiously
at it.
"I will think it over, at least," he said in a low tone. "Bring
back your wife and daughter, and leave me alone for a while."
"I knew," Da Souza murmured, "that my friend would be reasonable."
"And the young ladies?"
"Send them to - "
"I will send them back to where they came from," Da Souza
interrupted blandly.
CHAPTER XIII
It is probable that Mrs. Da Souza, excellent wife and mother though
she had proved herself to be, had never admired her husband more
than when, followed by the malevolent glances of Miss Montressor
and her friend, she, with her daughter and Da Souza, re-entered the
gates of the Lodge. The young ladies had announced their intention
of sitting in the fly until they were allowed speech with their late
host; to which he had replied that they were welcome to sit there
until doomsday so long as they remained outside his gates. Mr. Da
Souza lingered for a moment behind and laid his finger upon his nose.
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