What you said about helping the boy only fixes it firmer, because it did seem as if his only chance would be thrown away." The conversation had not lasted five minutes but Broussard saw that five decades of persuasion would not move Mrs.Lawrence.

Besides, he had spoken to her from a profound sense of justice; in his heart, the tie of blood between him and Lawrence made him wish that the wife should continue to stand by the husband.
They both rose, feeling that the matter was settled inevitably.
Broussard took from his breast pocket a roll of notes.
"It is better for you than bank checks," he said; "when this is gone, write to me and there will be more.

Lawrence feels, as I do, that for the sake of our mother's memory it would be better that his identity should not be revealed." A vivid blush flooded Mrs.Lawrence's face.

Her woman's pride was cut to the quick and Broussard, seeing it, said quickly: "It was his suggestion, not mine." Then, taking Mrs.Lawrence's hand, Broussard gave her a brother's kiss, which she returned as a sister might, and they passed out of the office.

In the hall Broussard left cards for Colonel and Mrs.
Fortescue and Anita.