CHAPTER XXII.
SECESSION IN THE RANKS When Ralph Mainwaring and Mr.Whitney arrived at the club they found young Mainwaring already awaiting them at their private table, but it was far from a social group which sat down to dinner that evening.
The elder Mainwaring still preserved an ominous silence, and in his dark, glowering face few would have recognized the urbane guest whom Hugh Mainwaring had introduced to his small coterie of friends less than three months before.

The younger man, though holding a desultory conversation with the attorney, yet looked decidedly bored, while from time to time he regarded his father with a cynical expression entirely new to his hitherto ingenuous face.

Mr.Whitney, always keenly alert to his surroundings, became quickly conscious of a sudden lack of harmony between father and son, and feeling himself in rather a delicate position, carefully refrained in his remarks from touching upon any but the most neutral ground.
A couple of hours later, as the three with a box of cigars were gathered around an open fire in Ralph Mainwaring's apartments, it was noticeable that young Mainwaring was unusually silent.

In a few moments, however, his father's long pent-up wrath burst forth.
Addressing the attorney in no very pleasant tone, he demanded, "Well, sir, what do you now propose to do about this matter ?" "It is to be a fight, then, is it ?" Mr.Whitney asked with a smile, knocking the ashes from his cigar.
"Yes, by my soul, and a fight to the finish.

Understand, I will have no time lost.