"How was he looking?"
"Oh, he was well enough, madam. But let me tell you, that boy is going to the dogs."
"Oh, I trust not, James."
"I say he is."
"Did you two quarrel?"
"He quarreled; I did not. I invited him to come back home, and what do you think he said?"
"I cannot say."
"Said he wouldn't come back unless I got out. Said that to me, his legal step-father," stormed Talbot.
"I am very sorry you and Robert cannot get along," sighed the lady meekly.
"It's the boy's fault. He is a--a terror. He will end up in prison, mark my words."