began. "How dare you, Sir, mention that person's name before Miss Swartz to-day, in my drawing-room? I ask you, Sir, how dare you do it?"
"Stop, Sir," says George, "don't say dare, Sir. Dare isn't a word to be used to a Captain in the British Army."
"I shall say what I like to my son, Sir. I can cut him off with a shilling if I like. I can make him a beggar if I like. I will say what I like," the elder said.
"I'm a gentleman though I am your son, Sir," George answered haughtily. "Any communications which you have to make to me, or any orders which you may please to give, I beg may be couched in that kind of language which I am accustomed to hear."
Whenever the lad assumed his haughty manner, it always created either great awe or great irritation in the parent. Old Osborne stood in secret terror of his son as a better gentleman than himself; and perhaps my readers may have remarked in their experience of this Vanity Fair of ours, that there is no character which a low-minded man so much mistrusts, as that of a gentleman.
"My father didn't give me the education you have had, nor the advantages you have had, nor the money you have had. If I had kept the company some folks have had through my means, perhaps my son wouldn't have any reason to brag, Sir, of his superiority and West End airs (these words were uttered in the elder Osborne's most sarcastic tones). But it wasn't considered the part of a gentleman, in my time, for a man to insult his father. If I'd done any such thing, mine would have kicked me down stairs, Sir."
"I never insulted you, Sir. I said I begged you to remember your son was a gentleman as well as yourself. I know very well that you give me plenty of money," said George, (fingering a bundle of notes which he had got in the morning from Mr. Chopper). "You tell it me often enough, Sir. There's no fear of my forgetting it."
"I wish you'd remember other things as well, Sir," the sire answered. "I wish you'd remember that in this house—so long as you choose to honour it with your company, Captain—I'm the master, and that name, and that that—that you—that I say—
"That what, Sir?" George asked, with scarcely a sneer, filling another glass of claret.
"!" burst out his father with a screaming oath"that the name of those Sedleys never be mentioned here, Sirnot one of the whole damned lot of 'em, Sir."
"It wasn't I, Sir, that introduced Miss Sedley's name. It was my sisters who spoke ill of her to Miss Swartz; and by Jove I'll defend her wherever I go. Nobody shall speak lightly of that name in my presence. Our family has done her quite enough injury already, I think, and may leave off reviling her now she's down. I'll shoot any man but you who says a word against her."
"Go on, Sir, go on," the old gentleman said, his eyes starting out of his head.
"Go on about what, Sir? about the way in which we've treated that
