Siward after Siward, generation after generation you know--" She bit her lip, thinking a moment.

"His grandfather was a friend of my grand-parents, brilliant, handsome, generous, and--doomed! His own father was found dying in a dreadful resort in London where he had wandered when stupefied--a Siward! Think of it! So you see what that outbreak of Stephen's means to those whose families have been New Yorkers since New York was.

It is ominous, it is more than ominous--it means that the master-vice has seized on one more Siward.

But I shall never, never admit it to his mother." The younger girl sat wide-eyed, silent; the elder's gaze was upon her, but her thoughts, remote, centred on the hapless mother of such a son.
"Such indulgence was once fashionable; moderation is the present fashion.

Perhaps he will fall into line," said Mrs.Ferrall thoughtfully.