"Not the slightest."
"Well, do you think it would be fair to a girl like Cecily, with an upbringing which—"
"Which imbecility and snobbery have combined to make the worst imaginable," cut in Judge Enderby.
"I don't say you're wrong. But it's what she's had. That kind of life is no longer a luxury to her. It's a necessity."
"Twaddle!" observed the judge.
"Have it your own way," allowed the father patiently. "But there's the situation," he added to the Tyro. "What are you going to do with it?"
The Tyro looked him between the eyes. "The best I can," said he, and walked away.
"Now, Enderby," said the great financier, following him with his glance, "it's up to the boy and the girl."
"You've killed him off."
"Not if I know Cecily. She's got a good deal of her mother in her. I've always known it would be once and forever with her. And I'm afraid this boy is the once."