Henrietta Carbury had, he thought, a higher turn of mind than her mother, and had as yet been kept free from soil.

As for Felix,--he had so grovelled in the gutters as to be dirt all over.
Nothing short of the prolonged sufferings of half a life could cleanse him.
He found Henrietta alone in the drawing-room.

'Have you seen Felix ?' she said, as soon as they had greeted each other.
'Yes.

I caught him in the street.' 'We are so unhappy about him.' 'I cannot say but that you have reason.

I think, you know, that your mother indulges him foolishly.' 'Poor mamma! She worships the very ground he treads on.' 'Even a mother should not throw her worship away like that.