The healthful image of his noble boy rose before him, a triumphant living rejoinder to any hostile argument.
He was content to remark to his doctor, that he thought the third generation of wild oats would be a pretty thin crop! Families against whom neither Thompson lawyer nor Bairam physician could recollect a progenitorial blot, either on the male or female side, were not numerous.

"Only," said the doctors "you really must not be too exacting in these days, my dear Sir Austin.

It is impossible to contest your principle, and you are doing mankind incalculable service in calling its attention to this the gravest of its duties: but as the stream of civilization progresses we must be a little taken in the lump, as it were.

The world is, I can assure you--and I do not look only above the surface, you can believe--the world is awakening to the vital importance of the question." "Doctor," replied Sir Austin, "if you had a pure-blood Arab barb would you cross him with a screw ?" "Decidedly not," said the doctor.
"Then permit me to say, I shall employ every care to match my son according to his merits," Sir Austin returned.

"I trust the world is awakening, as you observe.