that you killed your mother, not your fault, even, that you were named Harold. I determined, therefore, to assume the usual paternal relationship towards you, and I began to consider ways and means by which I might possibly counteract the dangerous effects of your education. I believe I have hit upon a method.
There now fell a complete silence, and the young man gathered from the extended pause that his father would raise no further objections to his speaking.
Father, he began, when I told you that I had an aversion for the cloak and suit business I had no idea . . .
Of course, you hadn't! That's why your remarks delighted me so much. I was expecting opposition, he added, rather ambiguously.
Opposition! But, father, you have provided for me thus far and I understand very well, after what you have told me, how repugnant the idea of meeting me must have been to you. I can see no reason for opposing you, father, especially since you assure me that you have no desire for me to enter the cloak—your business.
Enter it! I would see you dead first! I would give the business away! However, we need not speak of that, since no such contingency has arisen. Our conversation has fortified and delighted me beyond measure. I am relieved to find you so tractable and I have the highest hopes for your future.
