“It’s to give herself a style, you may depend.  I don’t believe her!” exclaimed Mrs. Cavely, with sharp personal asperity.

Brother and sister examined together the Court Guide they had purchased on the occasion at once of their largest outlay and most thrilling gratification; in it they certainly found the name of General Fellingham.  “But he can’t be related to a newspaper-writer,” said Mrs. Cavely.

To which her brother rejoined, “Unless the young man turned scamp.  I hate unproductive professions.”

“I hate him, Martin.”  Mrs. Cavely laughed in scorn, “I should say, I pity him.  It’s as clear to me as the sun at noonday, he wanted Annette.  That’s why I was in a hurry.  How I dreaded he would come that evening to our dinner!  When I saw him absent, I could have cried out it was Providence!  And so be careful—­we have had everything done for us from on High as yet—­but be careful of your temper, dear Martin.  I will hasten on the union; for it’s a shame of a girl to drag a man behind her till he ’s old at the altar.  Temper, dear, if you will only think of it, is the weak point.”

“Now he has begun boasting to me of his Australian wines!” Tinman ejaculated.

“Bear it.  Bear it as you do Gippsland.  My dear, you have the retort in your heart:—­Yes! but have you a Court in Australia?”

“Ha! and his Australian wines cost twice the amount I pay for mine!”

“Quite true.  We are not obliged to buy them, I should hope.  I would, though—­a dozen—­if I thought it necessary, to keep him quiet.”

Tinman continued muttering angrily over the Australian wines, with a word of irritation at Gippsland, while promising to be watchful of his temper.

“What good is Australia to us,” he asked, “if it does n’t bring us money?”

“It’s going to, my dear,” said Mrs. Cavely.  “Think of that when he begins boasting his Australia.  And though it’s convict’s money, as he confesses—­”

“With his convict’s money!” Tinman interjected tremblingly.  “How long am I expected to wait?”

“Rely on me to hurry on the day,” said Mrs. Cavely.  “There is no other annoyance?”

“Wherever I am going to buy, that man outbids me and then says it’s the old country’s want of pluck and dash, and doing things large-handed!  A man who’d go on his knees to stop in England!” Tinman vociferated in a breath; and fairly reddened by the effort:  “He may have to do it yet.  I can’t stand insult.”

“You are less able to stand insult after Honours,” his sister said, in obedience to what she had observed of him since his famous visit to London.  “It must be so, in nature.  But temper is everything just now.  Remember, it was by command of temper, and letting her father put himself in the wrong, you got hold of Annette.  And I would abstain even from wine.  For sometimes after it, you have owned it disagreed.  And I have noticed these eruptions between you and Mr. Smith—­as he calls himself —­generally after wine.”