"Go home to your mother," ordered Doctor Prescott.

Still, he did not raise his voice, his color had not changed, and he breathed no quicker.

Births and deaths, all natural stresses of life, its occasional tragedies, and even his own bitter wrath could this small, equally poised man meet with calm superiority over them and command over himself.

Doctor Seth Prescott never lost his personal dignity--he could not, since it was so inseparable from his personality.

If he chastised his son, it was with the judicial majesty of a king, and never with a self-demeaning show of anger.