Before she could get them out, Jack was on his feet and had an arm around her shoulders.
"Come, mother, don't be angry--please!" he cried with warm boyish eagerness.

"Before you say another word, let me bring Mary to see you.
I can get her here before you go on board.

The sight of her will show you how right I am.

She is the dearest, sweetest--" "Stop!" She caught his arm.

"I shall not see this--this Mary person!" "No ?" She was the perfect figure of wrath and pride and confident power of domination.