Such quixotic action on the ground of safeguarding the rights of a young drunkard like Willits, who didn't know when he had had enough, might very well do for a self-appointed autocrat like Rutter, she maintained, but some equally respectable people would have him know that they disagreed with him.
"Just like Talbot Rutter," she exclaimed in her outspoken, decided way--"no sense of proportion.

High-tempered, obstinate as a mule, and a hundred years--yes, five hundred years behind his time.

And he--could have stopped it all too if he had listened to me.

Did you ever hear anything so stupid as his turning Harry--the sweetest boy who ever lived--out of doors, and in a pouring rain, for doing what he would have done himself! Oh, this is too ridiculous--too farcical.

Why, you can't conceive of the absurdity of it all--nobody can! Gilbert was there and told me every word of it.