Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu,
Checkmate
“ There were perplexity and surprise in the old man's stare.“I should have been here before, Sir, but your letter did not reach me until an hour ago,” said Richard Arden.“By heaven! Dick? And so you came! I believe I was asleep. Give me your hand. I hope, Dick, we may yet end this miserable quarrel happily. Father and son can have no real interests apart.”Sir Reginald Arden extended his thin hand, and smiled invitingly but rather darkly on his son. Graceful and easy this young man was, and yet embarrassed, as he placed his hand within his father's. ”
