It is a mistake." The lady shook her head: "No, my son, it is true.

A mother's eyes rarely deceive her.

You took wine too freely both at Mrs.Judson's and Mrs.Ingersoll's, and acted so little like my gentlemanly, dignified son that my cheeks burned and my heart ached with mortification.

I saw in other eyes that looked at you both pity and condemnation.

Ah, my son! there was more of bitterness in that for a mother's heart than you will ever comprehend." Her voice broke into a sob.
"My dear, dear mother," returned the young man, exhibiting much distress, "you and others exaggerated what you saw.