"How much he favors his father," thought the old judge.

"What a pity it don't go any deeper than looks." But the effect of the resemblance was sufficient to make it impossible for him to offer any empty phrases of cheer and consolation.

After a long time the hopeless, dazed expression slowly faded from the young man's face; in its place came a calm, inscrutable look.

The irresponsible boy was dead; the man had been born--in rancorous bitterness, but in strength and decision.
It was the man who said, as he rose to depart, "I'll write Dawson that I've decided to abandon the contest." "Ask him to return the note," advised Torrey.

"But," he added, "I doubt if he will." "He won't," said Arthur.