"I will be in soon, and talk over matters with your mother," he said, turning away.
Jerome gave a gasp.

He stumbled forward, as if to fall on his knees at the doctor's feet.
"Oh, sir, don't, don't!" he cried out.
"Don't what ?" "Don't foreclose the mortgage.

It will kill mother." "You don't know what you are talking about," said the doctor, calmly.
"Children should not meddle in matters beyond them.

I will settle it with your mother." "Mother's sick!" gasped Jerome.

The doctor was moving with his stately strut to the door.