ssionate； crimson…faced old man at bay； and all the instincts of one with everything on his side boiled up in him。 The miserable old turkey…cockthe apoplectic image！ And he said：
〃And you'll do no good for yourself by getting into a passion。 At your age； and in your condition； I recommend a little prudence。 Now just take my terms quietly； or you know what'll happen。 I'm not to be intimidated by any of your airs。〃 And seeing that the old man's rage was such that he simply could not speak； he took the opportunity of going on： 〃I don't care two straws which you doI'm out to show you who's master。 If you think in your dotage you can domineer any longerwell； you'll find two can play at that game。 Come； now； which are you going to do？〃
The old man had sunk back in his chair； and only his little deep…blue eyes seemed living。 Then he moved one hand； and Mr。 Ventnor saw that he was fumbling to reach the button of an electric bell at the end of a cord。 'I'll show him；' he thought； and stepping forward； he put it out of reach。
Thus frustrated； the old man remained…motionless； staring up。 The word 〃blackmail〃 resumed its buzzing in Mr。 Ventnor's ears。 The impudence the consummate impudence of it from this fraudulent old ruffian with one foot in bankruptcy and one foot in the grave； if not in the dock。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃it's never too late to learn； and for once you've come up against someone a leetle bit too much for you。 Haven't you now？ You'd better cry 'Peccavi。'
Then； in the deathly silence of the room； the moral force of his position； and the collapse as it seemed of his opponent； awakening a faint compunction； he took a turn over the Turkey carpet to readjust his mind。
〃You're an old man； and I don't want to be too hard on you。 I'm only showing you that you can't play fast and loose as if you were God Almighty any longer。 You've had your own way too many years。 And now you can't have it； see！〃 Then； as the old man again moved forward in his chair； he added： 〃Now； don't get into a passion again； calm yourself； because I warn youthis is your last chance。 I'm a man of my word； and what I say； I do。〃
By a violent and unsuspected effort the old man jerked himself up and reached the bell。 Mr。 Ventnor heard it ring； and said sharply：
〃Mind you； it's nothing to me which you do。 I came for your own good。 Please yourself。 Well？〃
He was answered by the click of the door and the old man's husky voice：
〃Show this hound out！ And then come back！〃
Mr。 Ventnor had presence of mind enough not to shake his fist。 Muttering： 〃Very well； Mr。 Heythorp！ Ah！ Very well！〃 he moved with dignity to the door。 The careful shepherding of the servant renewed the fire of his anger。 Hound！ He had been called a hound
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After seeing Mr。 Ventnor off the premises the man Meller returned to his master； whose face looked very odd〃all patchy…like；〃 as he put it in the servants' hall； as though the blood driven to his head had mottled for good the snowy whiteness of the forehead。 He received the unexpected order：
〃Get me a hot bath ready； and put some pine stuff in it。〃
When the old man was seated there； the valet asked：
〃How long shall I give you； sir？〃
〃Twenty minutes。〃
〃Very good； sir。〃
Lying in that steaming brown fragrant liquid； old Heythorp heaved a stertorous sigh。 By losing his temper with that ill…conditioned cur he had cooked his goose。 It was done to a turn； and he was a ruined man。 If onlyoh！ if only he could have seized the fellow by the neck and pitched him out of the room！ To have lived to be so spoken to； to have been unable to lift hand or foot； hardly even his voice he would sooner have been dead！ Yessooner have been dead！ A dumb and measureless commotion was still at work in the recesses of that thick old body； silver…brown in the dark water； whose steam he drew deep into his wheezing lungs； as though for spiritual relief。 To be beaten by a cur like that！ To have that common cad of a pettifogging lawyer drag him down and kick him about； tumble a name which had stood high； in the dust！ The fellow had the power to make him a byword and a beggar！ It was incredible！ But it was a fact。 And to… morrow he would begin to do itperhaps had begun already。 His tree had come down with a crash！ Eighty years…eighty good years！ He regretted none of them…regretted nothing； least of all this breach of trust which had provided for his grandchildrenone of the best things he had ever done。 The fellow was a cowardly hound； too！ The way he had snatched the bell…pull out of his reach…despicable cur！ And a chap like that was to put 〃paid〃 to the account of Sylvanus Heythorp； to 〃scratch〃 him out of lifeso near the end of everything； the very end！ His hand raised above the surface fell back on his stomach through the dark water； and a bubble or two rose。 Not so fastnot so fast！ He had but to slip down a foot； let the water close over his head； and 〃Good…bye〃 to Master Ventnor's triumph Dead men could not be kicked off the Boards of Companies。 Dead men could not be beggared； deprived of their independence。 He smiled and stirred a little in the bath till the water reached the white hairs on his lower lip。 It smelt nice！ And he took a long sniff： He had had a good life； a good life！ And with the thought that he had it in his power at any moment to put Master Ventnor's nose out of jointto beat the beggar after all； a sense of assuagement and well…being crept over him。 His blood ran more evenly again。 He closed his eyes。 They talked about an after…lifepeople like that holy woman。 Gammon！ You went to sleepa long sleep； no dreams。 A nap after dinner！ Dinner！ His tongue sought his palate！ Yes！ he could eat a good dinner！ That dog hadn't put him off his stroke！ The best dinner he had ever eaten was the one he gave to Jack Herring； Chichester； Thornworthy； Nick Treffry and Jolyon Forsyte at Pole's。 Good Lord！ In 'sixtyyes'sixty…five？ Just before he fell in love with Alice Larneten years before he came to Liverpool。 That was a dinner！ Cost twenty…four pounds for the six of themand Forsyte an absurdly moderate fellow。 Only Nick Treff'ry and himself had been three…bottle men！ Dead！ Every jack man of them。 And suddenly he thought： 'My name's a good oneI was never down beforenever beaten！'
A voice above the steam said：
〃The twenty minutes is up； sir。〃
〃All right； I'll get out。 Evening clothes。〃
And Meller； taking out dress suit and shirt； thought： 'Now； what does the old bloomer want dressin' up again for； why can't he go to bed and have his dinner there？ When a man's like a baby； the cradle's the place for him。'。。。。
An hour later； at the scene of his encounter with Mr。 Ventnor； where the table was already laid for dinner； old Heythorp stood and gazed。 The curtains had been drawn back； the window thrown open to air the room； and he could see out there the shapes of the dark trees and a sky grape…coloured； in the mild； moist night。 It smelt good。 A sensuous feeling stirred in him； warm from his bath； clothed from head to foot in fresh garments。 Deuce of a time since he had dined in full fig！ He would have liked a woman dining oppositebut not the holy woman； no； by George！would have liked to see light falling on a woman's shoulders once again； and a pair of bright eyes！ He crossed； snail…like； towards the fire。 There that bullying fellow had stood with his back to itconfound his impudence！as if the place belonged to him。 And suddenly he had a vision of his three secretaries' facesespecially young Farney's as they would look； when the pack got him by the throat and pulled him down。 His co… directors； too！ Old Heythorp！ How are the mighty fallen！ And that hound jubilant！
His valet passed across the room to shut the window and draw the curtains。 This chap too！ The day he could no longer pay his wages； and had lost the power to say 〃Shan't want your services any more〃 when he could no longer even pay his doctor for doing his best to kill him off！ Power； interest； independence； allgone！ To be dressed and undressed； given pap； like a baby in arms； served as they chose to serve him； and wished out of the waybroken； dishonoured！
By money alone an old man had his being！ Meat； drink； movement； breath！ When all his money was gone the holy woman would let him know it fast enough。 They would all let him know it； or if they didn't； it would be out of pity！ He had never been pitied yetthank God！ And he said：
〃Get me up a bottle of Perrier Jouet。 What's the menu？〃
〃Germane soup； sir； filly de sole； sweetbread； cutlet soubees； rum souffly。〃
〃Tell her to give me a hors d'oeuvre； and put on a savoury。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
When the man had gone； he thought： 'I should have liked an oyster too late now！' and going over to his bureau； he fumblingly pulled out the top drawer。 There was little in itJust a few papers； business papers on his Companies； and a schedule of his debts； not even a copy of his willhe had not made one； nothing to leave！ Letters he had never kept。 Half a dozen bills； a few receipts； and the little pink note with the blue forget…me…not。 That was the lot！ An old tree gives up bearing leaves； and its roots dry up； before it comes down in a wind； an old man's world slowly falls away from him till he stands alone in the night。 Looking at the pink note； he thought： 'Suppose I'd married Alicea man never had a better mistress！' He fumbled the drawer to； but still he strayed feebly about the room； with a curious shrinking from sitting down； legacy from the quarter of an hour he had been compelled to sit while that hound worried at his throat。 He was opposite one of the pictures now。 It gleamed； dark and oily； limning a Scots Grey who had mounted a wounded Russian on his horse； and was bringing him back prisoner from the Balaclava charge。 A very old friendbought in 'fifty…nine。 It had hung in his chambers in the Albanyhung with him ever since。 With whom would it hang when he was gone？ For that holy woman would scrap it； to a certainty； and stick up some Crucifixion or other； some new… fangled high art thing！ She could even do that now if she likedfor she owned it； owned every mortal stick in the room； to the very glass he would dr