Perhaps something I can do for you--" And, laughing, "I'll consult my father; he's not very definite on that point yet." So Malcourt swung aboard the wagon, nodded again to Hamil, waved a pleasant adieu to Portlaw at the window, and was gone in a shower of wet gravel and mud.
And all that day Portlaw fussed and fumed and pouted about the house, tormenting Hamil with questions and speculations concerning the going of Malcourt, which for a while struck Hamil merely as selfish ebullitions; but later it came to him by degrees that this rich, selfish, over-fed, over-pampered, and revoltingly idle landowner, whose sole mental and physical resources were confined to the dinner and card tables, had been capable of a genuine friendship for Malcourt.

Self-centred, cautious to the verge of meanness in everything which did not directly concern his own comfort and well-being, he, nevertheless, was totally dependent upon his friends for a full enjoyment of his two amusements; for he hated to dine alone and he loathed solitaire.
Therefore, in spending money to make his house and grounds attractive to his friends, he was ministering, as always, to himself; and when he first took Malcourt for his superintendent he did so from purely selfish motives and at a beggarly stipend.
And now, in the two years of his official tenure, Malcourt already completely dominated him, often bullied him, criticised him to his face, betrayed no illusions concerning the absolute self-interest which dictated Portlaw's policy in all things, coolly fixed and regulated all salaries, including his own, and, in short, matched Portlaw's undisguised selfishness with a cynicism so sparkling and so frankly ruthless that Portlaw gradually formed for him a real attachment.
There was no indiscriminate generosity in that attachment; he never voluntarily increased Malcourt's salary or decreased his responsibilities; he got out of his superintendent every bit of labour and every bit of amusement he could at the lowest price Malcourt would take; yet, in spite of that he really cared for Malcourt; he secretly admired his intellectual equipment; feared it, too; and the younger man's capacity for dissipation made him an invaluable companion when Portlaw emerged from his camp in November and waddled forth upon his annual hunt for happiness.
Something of this Hamil learned through the indiscriminate volubility of his host who, when his feelings had been injured, was amusingly naive for such a self-centred person.
"That damn Louis," he confided to Hamil over their after-dinner cigars, "has kept me guessing ever since he took command here.

Half the time I don't understand what he's talking about even when I know he's making fun of me; but, Hamil, you have no idea how I miss him." And on another occasion a week later, while laboriously poring over some rough plans laid out for him by Hamil: "Louis agrees with you about this improvement business.

He's dead against my building Rhine-castle ruins on the crags, and he had the impudence to inform me that I had a cheap mind.

By God, Hamil, I can't see anything cheap in trying to spend a quarter of a million in decorating this infernal monotony of trees; can you ?" And Hamil, for the first time in many a day, lay back in his arm-chair and laughed with all his heart.
He had hard work in weaning Portlaw from his Rhine castles, for the other invariably met his objections by quoting in awful German: "Hast du das Schloss gesehen-- Das hohe Schloss am Meer ?" -- pronounced precisely as though the words were English.