For, Arthur, if you try to prove that your father was insane, and cut off his family in insane anger, you know it will kill her." A long silence; then Arthur moved toward the steps leading down to the drive.

"I'll think it over," he said, in a tone very different from any he had used before.
Dory watched him depart with an expression of friendship and admiration.
"He's going to Judge Torrey," he said to himself.

"Scratch that veneer of his, and you find his mother and father." The old judge received Arthur like a son, listened sympathetically as the young man gave him in detail the interview with Dawson.

Even as Arthur recalled and related, he himself saw Dawson's duplicity; for, that past master of craft had blundered into the commonest error of craft of all degrees--he had underestimated the intelligence of the man he was trying to cozen.

He, rough in dress and manners and regarding "dudishness" as unfailing proof of weak-mindedness, had set down the fashionable Arthur, with his Harvard accent and his ignorance of affairs, as an unmitigated ass.