Warrington. He isn't what you think--"
"Mr. Garrick," she returned, in a sudden burst of confidence, "I'm
afraid you, too, misunderstand me. I am not hard on the boy. But,
remember. I knew his mother and father--intimately. Think of it,
sir--the responsibilities that rest on that young man. Do you
wonder that I--I want him better than others? Don't you see--that
is why I want to hold him up to the highest standard. If Violet--
marries him," she seemed to choke over the word,--"they must meet
tests that ordinary people never know. Don't you understand? I've
seen other young men and other young women in our circle--they
were our babies once--I've seen them--go down. But I--I am proud.
The Winslows, yes, and the Warringtons, they,--they SHAN'T go
down--not while I have an ounce of strength or a grain of sanity.
Nothing--nothing but the best that is in us--counts."
I think Mrs. de Lancey and Garrick understood each other perfectly
after that. He said nothing, in fact did not need to say anything,
for he looked it.
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