"What are you going to do, Artie ?" This incautious question drew his inward ferment boiling to the surface.
"He has me down and I've got to take his medicine," said the young man, teeth together and eyes dark with fury.
This she did not admire.

Her first indignation abated, as she sat on there thinking it out.

"Maybe father is nearer right than we know," she said to herself finally.

"After all, Arthur will merely be doing as father does.

There's _something_ wrong with him, and with me, too, or we shouldn't think that so terrible." But to Arthur she said nothing.
Encourage him in his present mood she must not; and to try to dissuade him would simply goad him on..