mply pitiable, if not despicable. He sometimes
indeed thought that there must be a peculiar twist in his father's brain
which prevented him from appreciating an adverse point in a debate; he
had ceased to expect that his father would listen to reason. Latterly
he was always surprised when, as to-night, he caught a glance of mild
benevolence on that face; yet he would never fail to respond to such a
mood eagerly, without resentment. It might be said that he regarded his
father as he regarded the weather, fatalistically. No more than against
the weather would he have dreamed of bearing malice against his father,
even had such a plan not been unwise and dangerous. He was convinced
that his father's interest in him was about the same as the sun's
interest in him. His father was nearly always wrapped in business
affairs, and seemed to come to the trifling affairs of Edwin with
difficulty, as out of an absorbing engrossment.

Assuredly he would have been amazed to know that his father had been
thinking of him all the afternoon and evening. But it was so. Darius
Clayhanger had been nervous as to the manner in which the boy would
acquit himself in the bit of business which had been confided to him.
It was the boy's first bit of business. Straightforward as it was, the
boy might muddle it, might omit a portion of it, might say the wrong
thing, might forget. Darius hoped for the best, but he was afraid. He
saw in his son an amiable irresponsible fool. He compared Edwin at
sixteen with himself at the same age. Edwin had never had a care, never
suffered a privation, never been forced to think for himself. (Darius
might more justly have put it--never been allowed to think for himself.)
Edwin had lived in cotton-wool, and knew less of the world than his
father had known at half his years; much less. Darius was sure that
Edwin had never even come near suspecting the miracles which his father
had accomplished: this was true, and not merely was Edwin stupendously
ignorant, and even pettily scornful, of realities, but he was ignorant
of his own ignorance. Education! ... Darius snorted. To Darius it
seemed that Edwin's education was like lying down in an orchard in
lovely summer and having ripe fruit dropped into your mouth... A cocky
infant! A girl! And yet there was something about Edwin that his
father admired, even respected and envied ... an occasional gesture, an
attitude in walking, an intonation, a smile. Edwi