It was an involuntary tribute to the dignity of the young man, as he stood at bay.

"Mr.Wehle, _indeed_!" said Mrs.Anderson.
August had hoped Julia would say a word in his behalf.

But she was too much, cowed by her mother's fierce passion.

So like a criminal going to prison, like a man going to his own funeral, August Wehle went down the hall toward the stairs, which were at the back of it.

Humphreys instinctively retreated into his room.