“None but the snobs would. Your friends would stick the closer.”
“Oh' friends!” The young man's voice had a note of angry derision.
Jeff's affectionate grin comforted him. “Don't let it get on your nerves, J. K. Things never are as bad as we expect at their worst.”
The junior set his teeth savagely. “I tell you, sometimes I hate him for it. That's a fine heritage for a father to give his son, isn't it? Nothing but trouble and disgrace.”
His cousin spoke softly. “He's paid a hundred times for it, old man.”
“He ought to pay. Why shouldn't he? I've got to pay. Mother had to as long as she lived.” His voice was hard and bitter.
“Better not judge him. You're his only son, you know.”
“I'm the one he's injured most. Why shouldn't I judge him? I've been a pauper all these years, living off money given us by my mother's people. I had to leave our home because of what he did. I'd like to know why I shouldn't judge him.”
Jeff was silent.
Presently James rose. “But there's no use talking about it. I've got to be going. We have an eat to-night at Tucker's.”