"I've just discovered that I was one. Mother, what do you suppose made me so snobbish about the Cape when I first came down? You're not a snob, and Father isn't, nor Jeanie."
"I am afraid it was the disadvantage of your bringing up, my dear. We had some pretty hard knocks when you were growing up. Your father's advancement came late. We always lived nicely and had the same standards as other people, but we had a greater struggle to maintain them. Our lean years gave you a little sense of inferiority, my dear, that's all."
"Oh, Mother, how much you know and how wise you are! There is something I wish I could tell you about, Mother, dear, but I can't."
"You mean about Buddy and Ruth Farraday?"
"I didn't know you knew," Elizabeth gasped.
"I didn't until the night I came away, and then Buddy told me. It was very brave and dear of him."
"Oh, Mother, what shall we do?" Elizabeth wailed. "Ruthie is going to be married next week. Maybe before Buddy gets here."
"Grandmother told me so last night. I don't think there is anything to do, excepting to let matters take their course."
"But couldn't you go and see Ruth, and tell her?"
"Tell her what? That my boy loves her and that she should have loved him?"