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Updated: May 25, 2025
"I'm afraid I don't," I said. "'Ffrenches first!" she returned. I had to laugh. "We've lived up to it in America," I said. "Papa is quite a power in the City," she said. "I thought he was a gentleman," I replied. "Everybody dabbles in business nowadays," she returned, not perceiving the innuendo. "I am sure Papa ought to know all about it from the amount of money he has lost."
Verna and I had lunch together in a perfectly gorgeous old hall, with beams and carved panelling and antlers, and a fireplace you could have roasted an ox in, and rows of glistening suits of armour which the original ffrenches had worn when they had first started the family in life and all this, if you please, tete-a-tete with a woman who seemed to get more beautiful every minute I gazed at her, and who smiled back at me and called me Fyles, to the stupefaction of three noiseless six- footers in silk stockings.
"Perhaps his was a case of ffrenches last!" I said. "Still, he knows all the influential people," she continued, "and it would be so easy for him to get you a position over here." "That would be charming," I said. "And then I might see you occasionally," she said, with such a little ring of kindness in her voice that for a minute I felt a perfect brute for deceiving her.
I don't believe humour was Verna's strong suit anyway, not American humour, at least, for she not only believed what I said, but more too. "I must speak to Papa about you," she said. "What will he do?" I asked. "Oh, help you along, you know," she said; "ffrenches always stand together; it's a family trait, though it's dying out now for lack of ffrenches. You know our family motto?" she went on.
Those fierce old chieftains, to whom the Ffrenches proud county family as they esteemed themselves were but as mushrooms; what lives had they lived, what deaths had they died, and how came their haughty cognizance, so well expressing its defiant motto, on the handkerchief of the nameless stranger who slept in Drim churchyard Drim, the old, old graveyard; Drim, that had been fenced in as God's acre in the days of the Costellos themselves?
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