I've thought since that he wasn't as surprised as I imagined, and that, on the whole, he was pleased.
But, if he was, he was mighty careful not to show it.
"You would better give me a list of your debts, then," he said laconically.

"I shall see that your allowance goes on just the same; you may want to invest in--er--cattle." "Thank you, dad," I said, and turned to go.
"And I wish to Heaven," he called after me, "that you'd take Rankin along and turn him loose out there.

He might do to herd sheep.

I'm sick of that hark-from-the-tombs face of his.

I made a footman of him while you were gone before, rather than turn him off; but I'm damned if I do it again." I stopped just short of the door and grinned back at him.