He advanced sulkily into the room.
"Mother said she had put everything right," he began.

"I guess she was mistaken." "Your mother does not understand, neither do you," she replied seriously.

"Nothing can be put right until my father is restored to honour and position." "But why should you punish me because my father fails to regard the matter as we do ?" demanded Jefferson rebelliously.
"Why should I punish myself--why should we punish those nearest and dearest ?" answered Shirley gently, "the victims of human injustice always suffer where their loved ones are tortured.

Why are things as they are--I don't know.

I know they are--that's all." The young man strode nervously up and down the room while she gazed listlessly out of the window, looking for the cab that was to carry her away from this house of disappointment.