CHAPTER IV.
A SLIGHT PREDICAMENT For several moments after Jack had withdrawn, Mrs.De Peyster stood in majestic silence beside the mantelpiece.
"We will forget this incident, Judge Harvey," she said at length.

"Be seated, if you please." Judge Harvey took a chair, as ordered.

Out in the world, Judge Harvey was a disconcerting personality, though a respected one; a judge who had resigned his judgeship, with the bold announcement that law-courts were in the main theaters for farces; a thinker who rejected all labels, who was daring enough to perceive and applaud what was good even in the conventional.
"But, Caroline," he began hesitantly, "weren't you perhaps a little too stern with Jack ?" "As I said, Judge Harvey, I do not care to explain the situation." "I understood it--a little--anyhow.

See here, you don't want Jack to grow up to be a member of that geranium-cheeked, leather-chair brigade that stare out of Fifth Avenue Club windows, their heaviest labor lifting a whiskey-and-soda all the way up to their mouths ?" "I certainly do not propose to accept the alternative he proposed!" she retorted.

"I assure you, such severity as I used was necessary.
Nothing will bring a young man to his senses so quickly and so surely as having his resources cut off." Her composure, her confidence in her judgment, were now fully returned.