Explore "The Heart of a Grand-father" by Katharine Tynan on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
-"Let me hear no more of this folly, Rupert," the Judge had said. "I will never give my consent. Let there be an end of it!"
It was a good many years ago, eight at least, since the words had been spoken. The Judge had been in his dressing-room, making ready for a dinner party. He was a very busy man, and the son who was proud of him had snatched at the minutes of the day when they might be together. During the season the Judge dined out most evenings of the week. If, as it happened that evening, his only son's social engagements lay in another direction, Rupert was sure to be found in the Judge's dressing-room, talking over the events of the day, while the Judge tied his white tie and got into a swallow-tail, usually in a violent hurry because he had sat so late. Between the shaving and the brushing and the donning of evening clothes--that evening the services of a valet were dispensed with--Rupert's love affair was put out of court by his father.