unique. Lady H — — made a poor bargain when she left the mingled stenches of brewing and butchering to step into the moral stench which depleted the Stonebreck estates.”

“You are not like my son, David. You are violent.”

“Your son has been a cad. Now he is a man, and must either be violent or weep.” He looked away from her out at the flying hedgerows, then took up the fruitless discussion again, striving with more patience to arouse in his mother a sense of the utter worldliness of her stand. She met him at every point with the obtuse and age-long arguments of her class. When at last he cried out, “But what of my son, mother, my little son, and the heir to all this grandeur which means so much to you?” Her eyelids quivered and she looked down, merely saying,