She stood looking anxiously through the room until she saw her son leaning against the wall, with a young lady standing in front of him holding a glass in her hand which she was trying to induce him to take.

One glance at the face of Ellis told her too plainly his sad condition.
To go to him and endeavor to get him away Mrs.Whitford feared might arouse his latent pride and make him stubborn to her wishes.
"You see that young man standing against the wall ?" she said to one of the waiters.
"Mr.Whitford do you mean ?" asked the waiter.
"Yes," she replied.

"Go to him quietly, and say that his mother is going home and wants him.

Speak low, if you please." Mrs.Whitford stood with a throbbing heart as the waiter passed down the room.

The tempter was before her son offering the glass of wine, which he yet refused.