"Then, more fool you. But if you don't, at least marry a woman that has honest blood in her veins—for your children's sake."
Reggie turned away his head sulkily. "The Days were good enough for me before they fell into trouble," he said.
His brother lifted his head and squared his shoulders, standing up tall and imposing before the empty grate. "William Day was never good enough for me," he said.
"I don't see that a girl is to be made to suffer all her life because her father was not good enough for you," Reggie said sulkily.
"Try not to be an ass, my dear fellow. You don't suppose you can be allowed to do a mad thing like this without my telling you what I think of it. You know, I have never had much opinion of your judgment—except, perhaps, in the matter of horses; but in your admiration for this Miss Day your taste is to my thinking astoundingly bad. I call her a commonplace, almost vulgar young woman."
"Vulgar? Vulgar!"
"She is pretentious, she is affected, she is gushing—what is that but to be vulgar? She is not even pretty—"
"Not pretty!" Reggie cried, and started up from his chair. "Not pretty!
Deleah Day!"
"Deleah! The young one?"
"I've been telling you so, all along, haven't I? Who did you think it was?"