And tell your girls, my son, that when they're running after you, they're not to come and ask your mother for you.

Tell them that--brazen baggages you meet at dancing-classes." "I'm sure she was a nice girl." "And I'm sure she wasn't." There ended the altercation.

Over the dancing there was a great strife between the mother and the son.

The grievance reached its height when William said he was going to Hucknall Torkard--considered a low town--to a fancy-dress ball.

He was to be a Highlander.