It was a swift recital; and he sought not to surprise her; he strove to tone down her amazement.
"And to-day I took his son to him.

I saw the quick transfer of a mother's love and of a father's interest--I saw a girl half-frightened at the thought that upon a stranger she had bestowed the intimacies of a sister's affection.

I had made so strong an effort to be honorable with myself, at least; to persuade myself that I was fulfilling an honest mission, but had failed, for at last I had fallen to the level of an ordinary hypocrite; I had found myself to be a purse-proud fool.
When I went into that restaurant my sympathies were dead, and when that man pointed at the poor menial and said that his name was Henry DeGolyer"-- "No, no," she said, hiding her face, "your sympathies were not dead.
You--you were a hero." "I was simply a frozen-blooded fool," he replied.

"And now I must tell you something, but I know that it will make you despise me.

My father was a beast--he broke my mother's heart.