Is that all ?" "Yes--for the present," replied Grace Ferrall uncomfortably; then: "For goodness' sake, Sylvia, don't cross examine me that way! I care a great deal for that boy--" "So do I.I've made him take my dog." There was an abrupt pause, and presently Mrs.Ferrall began to laugh.
"I mean it--really," said Sylvia quietly; "I like him immensely." "Dearest, you mean it generously--with your usual exaggeration.

You have heard that he has been foolish, and because he's so young, so likable, every instinct, every impulse in you is aroused to--to be nice to him--" "And if that were--" "There is no harm, dear--" Mrs.Ferrall hesitated, her grey eyes softening to a graver revery.

Then looking up: "It's rather pathetic," she said in a low voice.

"Kemp thinks he's foredoomed--like all the Siwards.

It's an hereditary failing with him,--no, it's hereditary damnation.