“Papa—luncheon is served, and oh, do come on! Mammy and Helen and I are so hungry.”
Mammy Maria had followed her and stood deferentially behind the chair. And as Jud went away he thought he saw in the old woman's eyes, as she watched him, a trace of that fine scorn bred of generations of gentleness, but which whiskey had destroyed in the master.
CHAPTER V
THE FLY CATCHER CAUGHT
As Jud went out of the dilapidated gate at Millwood, he chuckled to himself. He had, indeed, accomplished something. He had gained a decided advance in the labor circles of the mill. He had broken into the heretofore overpowering prejudice the better class had against the mill, for he held in his possession the paper wherein an aristocrat had signed his two daughters into it. Wouldn't Richard Travis chuckle with him?
In the South social standing is everything.
To have the mill represented by a first family—even if brought to poverty through drunkenness—was an entering wedge.