"Jack will come around all right.
What I did was imperative to save myself; and certainly it was best for him." "I trust so.

But I hope you don't mind if I'm a bit sorry for the boy, for, you know,"-- in a lower voice, and with a stealthy look at her,--"Jack's the nearest thing to a son I've ever had." She did not answer.

In the silence that ensued an uneasiness crept into his manner.
"Caroline," bracing himself, "there is something--something you were perhaps not expecting to hear--that I must tell you." "I trust, Judge Harvey,"-- somewhat stiffly,--"that you are not about to propose to me again." "I am not." His face flushed; then set grimly.

"But I'm going to again, sometime, and I'd do it now if I thought it would do any good." "It will not." "Oh, I know I wouldn't fit into your present scheme of life." Bitterness and contempt had risen like a tide in the Judge's voice.

"I know I'm no social figure; at least, not up to your dimensions.