He remembered how old and young had shunned this young man as though he were plague-stricken; and now his own wife Dora had done the very same thing under circumstances that rendered the dishonor greater.

He asked himself, with a cynical smile, what he could expect?
He had married for love of a pretty, child-like face, never giving any thought to principle, mind, or intellect.

The only wonder was that so wretched and unequal a match had not turned out ten times worse.

His father's warning rang in his ears.

How blind, how foolish he had been! Every hope of his own life was wrecked, every hope and plan of his father's disappointed and dead.