"You say--your father--But how dare he!" "But he did!" replied Harry in a voice that showed the incident still rankled in his mind--"and right in the club, before everybody." "And the other gentlemen saw it ?" She stood erect, her delicate body tightening up.

There was a strain of some old-time warrior in her blood that would brook no insult to her son.
"Yes, half a dozen gentlemen saw it.

He did it purposely--so they COULD see.

I'll never forgive him for it as long as I live.

He had no business to treat me so!" His voice choked as he spoke, but there was no note of surrender or of fear.
She looked at him in a helpless sort of way.