see myself—or you either—offering ourselves up to expiate her crimes.\"
\"Oh, of course you see only the Mingott side,\" his mother answered, in the sensitive tone that was her nearest approach to anger.
The sad butler drew back the drawing-room portieres and announced: \"Mr. Henry van der Luyden.\"
Mrs. Archer dropped her needle and pushed her chair back with an agitated hand.
\"Another lamp,\" she cried to the retreating servant,
see myself—or you either—offering ourselves up to expiate her crimes.\"
\"Oh, of course you see only the Mingott side,\" his mother answered, in the sensitive tone that was her nearest approach to anger.
The sad butler drew back the drawing-room portieres and announced: \"Mr. Henry van der Luyden.\"
Mrs. Archer dropped her needle and pushed her chair back with an agitated hand.
\"Another lamp,\" she cried to the retreating servant,
