"I may be an old fool, but I know when I am insulted."
"I would rather given fifty dollars than had you appeal to Mr. Collingsby."
"He's a mean man."
"Perhaps he is; but I must keep on the right side of him."
"You can keep on the right side of him, Charles; but don't ask me to do so, for I hate mean folks. If I should meet that man in the street to-night, I wouldn't speak to him."
"He wouldn't cry if you didn't," sneered Mr. Charles.
"I don't know as I should ever have got home, if this young man had not took care on me."
Mr. Whippleton glanced at me again, as though he thought I was as big a fool as his maternal parent.
"Well, let all that go," continued the dutiful son. "Did you see Rufus in St. Louis?"
"I did see him; and only to think on't, after I had taken all that trouble and spent all that money, he wouldn't come," replied the old lady, indignantly.